November thoughts

   November thoughts Once I needed everything and I learned. Everything wasn’t needed. November is coming and the cooler and slower days I do love. I am in the November of my life.… Continue reading →

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“I understand why we protect the wildflowers”

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why.                  I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. I… Continue reading →

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The sins of our father’s.

(My father and my daughter. 1996.) Sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.   Father’s eyes and anger Is my Father’s… Continue reading →

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“Locked and loaded”

Locked and loaded A Poem by Coyote Poetry War. What is it good for? Nothing.                                         Locked and loaded The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine… Continue reading →

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The coffee shop conversation

Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games.                                    Coffee shop conversation… Continue reading →

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“Killer on the road”

Killer on the road (Blessed is the man who can learn peace and justice without shedding blood) A Poem by Coyote Poetry (What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will… Continue reading →

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Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm     “Bad dream again, anger blasting my thoughts, Mad men killing and I don’t understand. 15 year girl, Leila Hernandez, covered and protected her brother body and she… Continue reading →

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“Father never cried”

 Father never cried My father drank his rum and coke every night. As a child, I accepted his want to find peace in the rum. I would sit with him and I saw… Continue reading →

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“Last person standing”

(Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend.)   Last person standing   I had a bad dream. A… Continue reading →

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A Monterey Summer day

A Monterey Summer day   The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in… Continue reading →

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