Monthly Archive: April, 2015

“The sheep and the wolf”

The sheep and the wolf The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine, telling the passing people. “You can’t go back after the words are spoken to cut down a sweet love.” The old man didn’t… Continue reading

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The raging water

                            The raging water I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m  writing though-out the night just words into… Continue reading

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Moonlit waters

Originally posted on The Paths of the Spirit:
If you are the sea then I am the moon pulling your distance into my nearness

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‘First words, lasts words”

First words, last words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words can have great power. False words can brake a heart forever. Word of true love can make us desire the moon and the… Continue reading

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“Dreaming of Texas”

Dreaming of Texas A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to have had danced many dances and knew a lot of laughter. A good life isn’t the money in the bank. It is the… Continue reading

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Amazing verbal poetry by a outstanding Poet. Pryde Foltz

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The Water, Sky and the Earth. Dark moon, chapter six

The Water, Sky and the Earth. chapter six A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part six of four Native Americans looking for a reason to be alive.                         The Water, Sky and the Earth… Continue reading

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“Why do we write story and poetry?”

Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry… Continue reading

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“Only you”

Only you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry of love                                Only you I drank in the beauty of river clear blue eyes. I watched you dance on the almost empty beach… Continue reading

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“Cigarette, sweet wine and you”

Cigarettes, sweet wine and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places become better with time                                    Cigarettes, sweet wine and you I sat and waited with my Poet friend. I was the… Continue reading

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