The Big Water. The Michigan Great Lakes..
The Big Water.. 1- The stirring of the quiet night wake my sleeping spirit. I have roamed into the deep forest seeking some sort of peace. The grey owl watched me with his… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Black laced pen..
Blood laced pen.. Fight or flee? love or hate? stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading
Blue eyes angel is crying for me..
Blue eyes angel is crying for me… A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem written in 1981. I hope rewritten better. Blue eyes.. A blue eyes angel is crying for me.In the turmoil… Continue reading
Truth or dare..
Truth or dare A Poem by Coyote Poetry Take no chances. Have no adventures. Truth or dare.. Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth… Continue reading
Big Sur a-dreaming..
Big Sur a-dreaming… A un-mark road with a small sign will lead you to a hidden beach on Highway 2. A small path will lead you to paradise, a beach not safe for swimming.… Continue reading
Love is a careless child..
Love is a careless child.. Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the fearless man. His boldness lacked the confident of his youth. He had learn… Continue reading
Lady Mischief..
Lady mischief… The Coyote told the falling Sun, the rising moon. I need less hard days, I need more easy day, cooler nights. I want deep and soulful jazz, the long river near… Continue reading
A poet’s love and a beautiful Lorde song.
“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.” Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike Everett “If a… Continue reading
My Ojibwa Grandma hope and wishes
I believe she wanted the old memories dead and forgotten.She lived for us children and her son. I had to go out west. Find kind elders to show me the right path.They showed… Continue reading
If I was the king of the forest..
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 loud… Continue reading