Poetry by Broken english-Great spirit in my heart
Great spirit in my heart (please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer) A Poem by Broken english I can see my land In mirrors of lakes I can her ancient… Continue reading
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Poetry by Broken english- Bison Heart
Bison heart Please read the work of a talented writer) A Poem by Broken english In hot afternoon west sun Young man went for hunt Prairie is open and windy Sweating on the… Continue reading
Poetry by Boken english- Apache woman
Apache women (Please read the amazing work of a talented writer) A Poem by Broken english Summers are very hot You can feel heating air on your eyes Wild mustangs running over land… Continue reading
Poetry by a poet-Broken english
(Please read and enjoy. A amazing writer) North American native tribes ——–today A Poem by Broken english When in Wounded knee so many hearts were kill That was end , that was thrill… Continue reading
“Drink of me dear lover”
Drink of me my dear lover A Story by Coyote Poetry More Texas story. Drink of me my dear lover I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and… Continue reading
“Everybody hurts’
Everybody hurts I whispered to her. “Sweet baby, darling and honey. Dark is the night. The midnight hour leave us wanting for things we can’t have. Deep midnight is cold and lonely. Sometimes… Continue reading
“The madness train”
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with… Continue reading
For Heather Heyer-Some words and some songs.
Some words and some song. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words I have seem the battle for equality. I was a sixties child. War were ending and racism was dying. I… Continue reading
For Heather Heyer-The world is crying
For Heather Heyer The world is crying A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found this poem in a old book. It is 36 years old. I added some new lines today for Heather… Continue reading
Tattoos
tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time. Tattoos My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos?… Continue reading