Make today. Your best day ever.
“You can’t wait until life isn’t hard anymore until you decide to be happy.” Nightbirde Just some words…. 1- We will… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poet
My Ojibwa prayer.
My Ojibwa peace prayer. “I burned white sage by Lake St. Clair, I asked the lake, the sky, the earth and the green. Please heal my world, please send the caress of calm… Continue reading
My Port Austin prayer.
Port Austin, in the thumb of Michigan. Touched by Lake Huron. A gathering for the people who love the lakes and the privacy of the small city and the kind people. Few permanent… Continue reading
My prayers for peace and an amazing song for peace.
Peace will come, even if, only by one. Old man sat by the sea. He said a prayer, an old prayer repeated often in his lifetime. “Please God of the sea, please god… Continue reading
Windmills of your mind.
Windmills of your mind. Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days. Now old age is upon me, the windmills of my mind,… Continue reading
Her garden.
Her garden. I loved her from a-far, she was a true beauty. She loved working in her garden, and she loved her roses and her natural herbs. We would talk of Dryden, Donne… Continue reading
Wildflowers dreams.
Wildflower dreams. Almost Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be among the wildflowers. Free from life problems and trying to find the freedom we once held precious.” Wildflowers dreams. She was… Continue reading
So beautiful.
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Old poetry. Good dreams.” So Beautiful(Written 6 April 1980)As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a cloudless night.… Continue reading
Should have loved you more.
Should have loved you more. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading
San Francisco.
San Francisco A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wild and fun city. The people were kind and the city was safe for people seeking good drink and a good time. I found this poem… Continue reading