Father’s burden…
Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden…. (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to look… Continue reading
Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden…. (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to look… Continue reading
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
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
Brick, upon another brick.. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learn… Continue reading
Two steps from hell- part two A Poem by Coyote PoetryTwo steps from hell- part two…_ The walls… Damn the prison we create, damn the voices, telling us lies. I want to ascend from… Continue reading
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
The strong and the blessed… Today I am a old man. I lived in many places and I have lived many lives. I was a businessman, I was a soldier and I was… Continue reading
Father never cries (Written in November 1990) My father never cries, my father rarely smiled, my father eyes turned darker, because of life burden. His body and heart gave-up in the battle of… Continue reading
The serene stillness Busy life, work and no play Johnnie. He learn life is more than seeking money. In the serene stillness, he remember his daughter laughter, her love of butterflies. He remember… Continue reading
I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem written in 1989. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family.… Continue reading