I never left Michigan

I 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.… Continue reading →

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‘My grandfather house

My Grandfather house   (First written on 14 March 1982.   Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to an old man.   I… Continue reading →

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My Grandfather house

My Grandfather house   (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following… Continue reading →

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Flesh and blood

We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new-born day.                              We… Continue reading →

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Silence

Silence A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of silence. Some good and some bad.                         Silence Old wise saying was “Silence is golden”. I don’t know if the words are true? Tonight… Continue reading →

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“Hands of stone”

Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of rock, soft and tender to the people we love and care for                                   Hands of stone Life is hard and… Continue reading →

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Merry Christmas-What will I remember?

What will I remember? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is long. People are many. What is truly important? What will I remember? Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold… Continue reading →

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Merry Christmas-Existence of love

Existence of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For dear Grandparent missed. Existence of love. Ice cream with a cherry. A safe warm house. A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and… Continue reading →

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Thankful-Happy Thanksgiving

Thankful-Happy Thanksgiving A Poem by Coyote Poetry For Joey and Rory.                          Thankful Good life is a noisy house. Running children and plenty of laughter making a home alive. Love given is, honored… Continue reading →

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“True love gives all”

True love gives all A Poem by Coyote Poetry An old and good memory. Our elders teach us how to live. True love gives all. Sixty five years together. He stood by my grandmother with… Continue reading →

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