The Coyote spirit..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left??) Coyote spirit (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and held no fear.)… Continue reading
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Nothing will last forever..
Nothing will last forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry (A re-write from 1989) Nothing will last forever.. She sat alone. Her lingering tears falling down her beautiful face. I have told her often.… Continue reading
Dear Monterey..
Dear Monterey.. The kind Gods took me from war to you dear Monterey. I joined wars to try to die the proper death. Suicide, I couldn’t do. War didn’t want my death. The… Continue reading
She used to love me a lot.
She used to love me a lot…. I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading
The river..
The river… Winter was almost gone and I watched her dance for me in the safety of our bedroom. I loved looking at her lily white skin in her garment of blue silk.… Continue reading
My Michigan dream..
My Michigan dream… “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here, I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe. You… Continue reading
You are my poetry..
You are my poetry… Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading
Be the flexible branch, not a dead root..
(Be the flexible branch, not a dead root.)A Story by Coyote PoetryI learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot card reader.) Be the flexible branch, not… Continue reading
Dreaming of Texas..
Dreaming of Texas A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Good to have had danced many dances and knew a lot of laughter. A good life isn’t the money in the bank. It is the wealth… Continue reading
All my friend had settle down..
All my friends had settle down… ( All my friends had got fat and fear their wives. Needing a friend to raise more cane.) A Friday night and no-one wanted to go drinking… Continue reading