“I saw a face”

I saw a face A Poem by Coyote Poetry An old poem with a re-write. I saw a face I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face. The face brought… Continue reading →

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“You are my freedom”

You are my freedom A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and beautiful photo. YOU ARE MY FREEDOM shopplanetblue.comSource: (Thank you Tumblr)               You are my freedom The free road and  we have no… Continue reading →

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“A dance with death”

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind.                     ———————————————————————————————————————————————————- A dance with… Continue reading →

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“The lucky or the crazy?”

The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be.              The lucky or the crazy We danced… Continue reading →

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“Deeper and deeper we shall fall”

Deeper and deeper we shall fall A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real proof of love. Holding on tighter in the bad days and celebrating the good days together                             Deeper and deeper we… Continue reading →

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Some quotes

Quotes from London, Dryden and me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I re-read Dryden and London yesterday. Here are some quotes and thoughts. Quotes from London, Dryden and me. “Marriage is dead, when… Continue reading →

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Heart on fire

Heart on fire A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Heart on fire My faithful heart had learned once again. Love was near and so damn sweet. Once we held a captive love… Continue reading →

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My Ojibwa Grandmother chant

Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life.                                      Ojibwa… Continue reading →

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“She wore flowers in her hair”

She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time.                        She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost… Continue reading →

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Some California poetry

Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often. Love wasn’t enough. The heart become too hidden with time and age.   —— California isn’t enough I called you beautiful Jenny and I told you.… Continue reading →

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