A wing and a prayer…
A wing and a prayer…. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake.… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer…. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake.… Continue reading
The fingerprints…. I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
The nightingale song A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale I was taught and I teach my grandchildren. … Continue reading
Write on me… The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover.I told the night stars. Thank you for the sacred mornings awaking with you near and thelong darkness… Continue reading
You wanted Paris and I wanted you. “Night conversation” Best talks are when the moon is out and time in not be counted. She wanted Paris and I wanted her.- Chapter one…. Her… Continue reading
Break me…. Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of my skin… Continue reading
The drunken poet drank his Jack Daniel and cold tap beer in the Michigan tavern. A young man sat with and ordered a double of whiskey and lowered his head down and… Continue reading
Read to me my dear lover… Longing, belonging, needing and believing. You are my reasons to live my love. Falling, soaring and flying to new heights in hope and dreams. Please sweet love.… Continue reading
Merry Christmas- The Parting Glass… The Native Americans believe. The grandparent, the elders are the teachers of the children. The children are the future. Be careful what you say. The voices of the… Continue reading
God A Poem by Coyote PoetryGod is in our heart. In what we say and do. God is not found in the church. It is how we look at life and how we treat… Continue reading