Parable of Celia.
Parable of Celia. She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. She was wearing a sundress of white showing soft and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
The sea is near.
The sea is near “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But thereoff in the end despondency and madness”- Wordsworth “Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’ver, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep… Continue reading
We lie, we died and we still wanted more.
We lie, we died and we still wanted you…. We lay in a bed of mercy, you and I, we bleed-out all the kindness we once knew. You told me often, my soldier,… Continue reading
Ojibwa grandmother chants.
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 Grandmother… Continue reading
I need a Springtime kiss, a summer love.
I need a Springtime kiss, a summer love. I need a Springtime kiss, a summer love.I wonder if love was ever real for me.I asked the rising moon, my dearest love, I remember… Continue reading
Mojo a-coming.
Mojo a-coming… I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead? The damn war taught me; Johnnie… Continue reading
Ghost and shadows. Chapter one.
Ghost and shadows. Chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryLife is accepting life as-is. Maybe we have enough. Ghost and shadows- chapter one. Beautiful Tanya waited patiently with the kind morning sun upon her… Continue reading
Everything.
Everything. You were my wildflower dream. You were my wild dance and song, away from controlled life and wars I couldn’t win. I would have done everything for you. You were my wild… Continue reading
Now and forever.
Now and forever. Old soldier, a dying man drank alone. He returned home after 10 years of war, travel and sin. He knew when he left the Pacific Ocean. No-one was waiting for… Continue reading
Love tragedy.
Love tragedy. I remember the hello. So sweet and kind. You were a wild girl in a woman body. You made me learn to dance, learn to climb the fault lines of California… Continue reading