Beautiful Maria showed the way into the fray. Part one.
A woman, too pretty to be near me. She took my hands and she told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You must find the Fray. Your organized life is killing you and your dead dreams… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
The midnight blues.
The midnight blues… 1- He loved the bones of her hand. He loved to hold her hands and feel the hidden softness. He adored her laughing eyes, they made sleeping men come alive.… Continue reading
One. Hopeful and beautiful song for peace by lovely Lucy Gallant.
ONE A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must stop our hateful leaders. We must become “ONE” in ensuring no child or person is hungry or homeless. We must stop the violence. Allow people to… Continue reading
Time waits for no-one.
Time waits for no-one. The fatality of youth, we believe. We will never grow old and we learn with time. Time is a heartless friend. One day, our face of youth, our energy… Continue reading
For my father, Jack. The strong and the blessed.
For my father, Jack. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Our teachers teach us and one day. We must become the teachers. The strong and the blessed. Today I am a old man. I lived… Continue reading
The shadows. Veteran day poetry.
Shadows.. (A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world and I miss her voice.) My sister told me. You have changed and you saw too much shit andyour mind and… Continue reading
One tin soldier.
One tin soldier… A prologue to a good life. We need sin, we need whiskey and we need kind women. I learn the rage of Hemingway and the sadness of Salinger and Kosinski.… Continue reading
My home is Northern Michigan. Veteran day poetry.
My home is Northern Michigan… I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good friend. We were not young, we were serving in the Army. 25… Continue reading
Adrift in memories.
1- The night rain. Velvet and silk dreams turned stormy and dark.I held you close and I whispered.A little bit longer dear love,I want to listen to your heart and hear you speak,I… Continue reading
My father’s burden. Veteran day poetry.
(My father in 1996.) 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… Continue reading