The sweetest things.
The sweetest things A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Respect people. Religion should be private. Stay positive. The sweetest thing I have seen so many mysteries and seen so much beauty. I swam… Continue reading
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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
The hills and the Apache.
The hills and the Apache. I had two bottles of good tequila. A bag of some fresh lemons and some salt.I drove for three hours to the California fault line.Do some free-climbing and… Continue reading
The sweet red wine.
The sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible. The sweet red wine. It was early fall. The sweet… Continue reading
Poetry, writing and history.
Poetry, writing and history. A Poem by Coyote Poetry History and poetry. Old timer at work told me a interesting story. He asked me did I know the reason for Memorial Day and where… Continue reading
My November song.
The November song. I told the Winter sky, I am in the November of my life. I asked the Lake St. Clair, did I do enough? I have built many mini-rock gardens of… Continue reading
Dear Florence.
I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading
The madness train.
The madness train A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train… I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless things. I… Continue reading
The songs of the Great Lakes.
The song of the Great Lakes.. (Today we give thanks to the Creator for all that we have been given.Noongom nimiigwechiwi’aanaan Gizhe-Manidoo gakina gaa-miinigooyaang. We give thanks for the sky above and the… 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