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
Alone in the darkness A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people lose their way and can’t find real peace. Alone in the darkness.. The chronicle of life are stages. We can act many… 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
Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden…. (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to… Continue reading
(Last photo of father in 1996. He died two weeks later. 61 years old. Booze and war, did him in.) Like father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood of father flowed in my vein… Continue reading
Andrea… I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly. Old… Continue reading