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
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
The sinner’s prayer My father believed, if he went to church on New Year eve. All sins would be forgiven. Father, old soldier, drinker and hell raiser. I pray, a place for men,… Continue reading
Wild horses… Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence… Continue reading
We had the month of May, once… Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand? … Continue reading
Peace, sweet peace. We have forgotten you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. Where are the men and women of peace? Where are the calm voices in a world gone mad?… Continue reading
Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends,is a sacred incarnation of a smile.Poetry is a… Continue reading
Existence of love…. Ice cream with a cherry.A safe warm house.A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and words.Missed in my old age.Dear Grandmother told me before I left for war.“Too many… Continue reading
Beautiful Brigitte A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful Brigitte (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 43 years ago and today for my blue eyes Angel who picks… Continue reading
Grandmother hope and wishes. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to know… Continue reading