Are we crazy the people of this world?
Are we crazy the people of this world? A Poem by Coyote Poetry I worry for the children. What will be left for them? (The white people think we do not know their value,… Continue reading
Are we crazy the people of this world? A Poem by Coyote Poetry I worry for the children. What will be left for them? (The white people think we do not know their value,… 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. Kind… Continue reading
Lost prayers.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I prayed for dying men of war, once I prayed for the dying of starvation and once, I prayed for people being killed become of religion.… 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. Kind… Continue reading
Have mercy Pretty girl, she told me. Chameleons faces we do have. We have become strangers to our self, forgot who we were. Once we were whiskey drinking people, who sang and danced,… Continue reading
Lost prayers.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I prayed for dying men of war, once I prayed for the dying of starvation and once I prayed for people being killed become of religion.… Continue reading
Two poems about life, war, peace and death. Remember what John Denver said. “War is man’s sin.” Prayer for peace.. Guns and bombs block outthe cries for peace.New graves with white crossesfor brave… Continue reading
If I had magic.. Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy place.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to burn… 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. Kind… Continue reading
Thankful.. I saw my face in the mirror.I was surprised to see a old man looking back. I am sixty-six years old.I watched my grandchildren daily andthey keep going forward.Their big smiles and… Continue reading