“Ojibwa Grandmother chant”
Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life. Ojibwa… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Soldier
I called your name
(Thank you Paris poem, her words are my muse) I called your name A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and good music. I called your name Beautiful lady is weeping for me.… Continue reading
“Bloody Carnival”
Bloody Carnival A Poem by Coyote Poetry HIV, Starvation and War. Hard to see the good in this world. Bloody Carnival Disoriented and disenchanted with my world around me. The carnage and blood… Continue reading
“If I was the king of the forest.” Written in 1978
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and… Continue reading
Part three. New York city. “The Chelsea Hotel”
The Chelsea Hotel A Chapter by Coyote Poetry The third chapter. I hope you enjoy. The Chelsea Hotel We were served the Lombardi’s pizza. We chose the deep-dish pizza. Recommended by the… Continue reading
“Existence of love”
Existence of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For dear Grandparent missed. Existence of love. Ice cream with a cherry. A safe warm house. A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and… Continue reading
New York city. Part two. Central Park.
Central Park A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A day in New York Central Park I awoke smelling fresh coffee and pancakes/bacon being cooked. I saw Dorothy was busy in her kitchen. I… Continue reading
“Choose the road your love”
Choose the road you love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Find something you enjoy. Then do it. Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred… Continue reading
New York city ( Part one)
New York city lights I left Iraq in the Winter of 1992. I was sent to Fort Dix, New Jersey. I took a leave after I arrived in the USA… Continue reading
A witness to life
A witness to life A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must remember friends and family missed. I believe. When we speak or write about them. We bring them back to our hearts and… Continue reading