The Coyote spirit..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left??) Coyote spirit (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and held no fear.)… Continue reading
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The river..
The river… Winter was almost gone and I watched her dance for me in the safety of our bedroom. I loved looking at her lily white skin in her garment of blue silk.… Continue reading
A lullaby for dear Luna..
A lullaby for dear Luna… Once I chased the moon, once I sang to her, great songs of love. “Dear Luna, you are a miracle to behold, please come and dance with me… Continue reading
Nature poetry..
Nature Poetry.. The mountain range,standing strong and beautiful.Art for the people who love the open and free spaces.The free climbers love the hard climbs and unknown endings.Finding secret and unknown paths leading to… Continue reading
Dear Goddess..
Dear Goddess.. I remember you dear Goddess. You were with me on my long walks on the Pacific ocean. You were the view from the ridge of a great Honduras mountains where you… Continue reading
Poetry for Mother Nature..
Nature Poetry.. The mountain range,standing strong and beautiful.Art for the people who love the open and free spaces.The free climbers love the hard climbs and unknown endings.Finding secret and unknown paths leading to… Continue reading
The songs of the Great Lakes..
The song of the Great Lakes.. ( April is poetry month. This is new poem number twenty three.) (Today we give thanks to the Creator for all that we have been given.Noongom nimiigwechiwi’aanaan… Continue reading
The Big Water. The Michigan Great Lakes..
The Big Water.. 1- The stirring of the quiet night wake my sleeping spirit. I have roamed into the deep forest seeking some sort of peace. The grey owl watched me with his… Continue reading
Lady Mischief..
Lady mischief… The Coyote told the falling Sun, the rising moon. I need less hard days, I need more easy day, cooler nights. I want deep and soulful jazz, the long river near… Continue reading
Bad behavior..
Bad behavior.. Loveliest lady in Port Austin. She waited for no-one on the long pier into Lake Huron. I adored her auburn hair and her wild hazel eyes. She would find me sitting… Continue reading