A Lake St. Clair prayer..
A Lake St. Clair prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry I spend the day alone by Lake St. Clair. Wrote many new poems and thought about my world. We need proper gun laws. When… Continue reading
A Lake St. Clair prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry I spend the day alone by Lake St. Clair. Wrote many new poems and thought about my world. We need proper gun laws. When… Continue reading
Dear Jenny Pretty woman danced alone.Her body dancing freely to the good songs andshe had no concern for the observers of her dance. I went to her in her quiet corner of the… Continue reading
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry When love is misplaced. hard to find again. The lost and found… I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California… Continue reading
We must be, like a river… (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.” —-John Dryden) I told the… Continue reading
Katie do, Katie does A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be fearless and touch dreams. Katie do, Katie does.. Beautiful as the rising Summer sun.Sweet and kind like the fresh Fall sweet… Continue reading
Turn! turn! turn!… The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover.I will be your salvation and you will be my rock to keep… Continue reading
The dance…Love is a wild dance.Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begin to create separation.The once perfect dance because distance… Continue reading
The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out. The Raven and the Coyote… The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken by… Continue reading
The brown eyes girl… I fell in love with the brown eyes girl.Her lips of sweet honey and smile that can light up my day. She dances with her children.Making me jealous of… Continue reading
Two steps from hell… In a dark Gypsy carnival years ago. A beauty Gypsy woman told me once. You are two steps from hell. Hell is easy, seeking peace is the impossible task.… Continue reading