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. … Continue reading
Passing through A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer, we can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
Gentle and amazing words. Please read and enjoy.
Michigan Once I tried to escape my Michigan. I touched the four corners of the USA and I returned home. I needed the four seasons. The Rivers, the Great lakes, peaceful Winter and… Continue reading
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My love for you goes beyond all silver linings from the darkest storm it stretches like the wind to glorious sunlit days beyond all seasons… it waves at the universe…
Just might She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to escape… Continue reading
I knew how to sing once dear Julie Once I believe in love and I believed in the ambrosia of forever. When I drink my coffee late at night and I write. Sweet… Continue reading
Wonderful poetry by a talented writer.
You were my Everything You were my wildflower dream. You were my wild dance and sweet song, away from controlled life and wars I couldn’t win. I would of done everything for… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the night of the Germany December, I feel the heat of tender flesh and I look into your blue… Continue reading