Category Archive: children

The missing pieces- Part one

The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote PoetryFragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.         … Continue reading

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Peace….

(My adopted children in Honduras 1997. All adults and standing strong.) Peace A Poem by Coyote PoetryWritten in 1980. Hope for peace had chance then. What happen to the dream? Peace…       (A old… Continue reading

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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 can’t… Continue reading

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Indigenous day poetry- Oct. eleven.

The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote PoetryA Native American tale.                                 The The song of the seasons… Song of fall…. Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of… Continue reading

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The last man standing…

The last man standing A Poem by Coyote PoetryNot a happy story. A story to create logic and questions my friend.                                The last man standing…   Last person standing…. (Will the last man… Continue reading

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Never left Michigan….

 Never left Michigan…. Years ago. I wanted to see the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London. I… Continue reading

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Like a river and some quotes.

My grandfather told me. What we didn’t do. Haunt our life and dreams…….. ———A happy life is making time for morning coffee talk, long walks on a quiet beach, dancing with someone you… Continue reading

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Charlotte OC song and some words.

The quiet world The world is too quiet. Today the birds were singing and the dandelions were everywhere. I took the grandsons to my yard, they hit some baseballs and we played with… Continue reading

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He never left Michigan…

  He never left Michigan Years ago. I saw the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London. I… Continue reading

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My kind friend, I remember.

    The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall… Continue reading

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