“Old soldier”
Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had seen and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long.… Continue reading
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Only for you
(Thank you Yuriy Ku Drop for the amazing artwork. Needed muse for my writing) “Night Rain”, 2016-2017, Yuriy Ku Drop … Continue reading
Utopia of the pen and the paper”
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading
“I didn’t know”
I didn’t know A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Enjoy. I didn’t know My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today… Continue reading
Grandfather’s house
My Grandfather house A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a… Continue reading
Simples rules to live by
The simple rules A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we show respect to all people. Love the land. Led with kindness and love. This world would be a better place. … Continue reading
“Like a whisper’
Like a whisper A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Like a whisper…(This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world… Continue reading
“What men do?”
What men do? A Poem by Coyote Poetry The leaders of this government must be held responsible. What men do? ” Mothers should negotiate between nations. The mothers of fighting countries would… Continue reading
Everybody knows-part two
Everybody knows (Everybody knows Trickery and foolishness had led us to new place. Everybody knew we allowed a mad man to win. I hold no hatred for the Arabic people. They have been… Continue reading
For the North Dakota Native Americans Protester- Songs of the season.
The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of the Fall Warm days, cold nights. Create a restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the… Continue reading