Category Archive: poet

My Lake Gichigami prayer

You are my Lake Gichigama prayer       Once we danced in Paris, once we fell in love in Basel and once we loved the big cities and the sea. Kelli, Kelli… Continue reading

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My great love…..

  My great love I told the young writer, we shall have many great loves. Many women will steal our heart, make us want everything and more. But there are those maidens, who… Continue reading

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The dream surfer..

The dream surfer In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, the yearning heart seek… Continue reading

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Pretty wishes

Pretty wishes [youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4UI21wXE4hM&w=480&h=360 I knew love once, I held love once, I remember her perfect face. I ran away from her once and today. I wait for no-one. —————————— Johnnie, Johnnie. she… Continue reading

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Idyllic places

Idyllic places and time A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                            Idyllic place and time The storyteller told the writers. We… Continue reading

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Nature

  Nature       Someday I will sit by Lake Huron, with my pen and paper. I will write the epic tale of the blessed water, vast forest and the free animals.… Continue reading

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In love with a Bonnie girl..

In love with a Bonnie girl The soldier drank the Johnnie Walker whiskey in a Austin, Texas tavern. He had came here every Friday for three months to talk to a Scottish beauty.… Continue reading

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Kindness

  Kindness Me and my grandchildren Jaden  saw five people on the side of the road. They held a sign, homeless and hungry. I found a spot to park my truck and I… Continue reading

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Right and wrong

Right and wrong     I told the young soldier, we control our destiny. Good life, bad life, we decide. My grandfather told me often. What is right, is right. What is wrong,… Continue reading

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Forgiveness

Forgiveness Can you live with hate, regret and sadness? My beautiful Ojibwa Grandmother taught us, you can not. My Grandmother told me when I was seven. When I was six years old in… Continue reading

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