Monthly Archive: October, 2018

Halloween tale- Halloween Santa

(Halloween Santa A Story by Coyote Poetry Just words.) Halloween Santa Grandpa told the boys. Stay away from the haunted farmhouse. Signs posted by the cornfield. Do not enter. Trespassers will be punished.… Continue reading →

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Halloween tale- When come a stranger

(When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death comes when she desired.)   Death come when he desired.   I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and… Continue reading →

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… and living with Heartbreak

Halloween poetry.

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Be As Water

Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer. Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver Be as Water Be as water, Flowing from falls into silt, Creating pools and streams, Moving around rocks And through… Continue reading →

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The old soldier

    The old soldier   Some of us had learn. The simple things are so damn sweet. The laughter of children, holding hands with love one’s and dancing in the dark with… Continue reading →

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Thorns of Joy

Originally posted on Poet's Corner:
Bed of roses Bed of thorns Thorns of life Thorns of sin Sin is the cause Sin is the lust Lust in the dust Lust in the…

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A Halloween tale- Don’t look for things

(Don’t look for things you don’t want to find. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When nonfiction feel like fiction. You have seen too much.)   Don’t look for things you don’t want to… Continue reading →

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‘She had wildflowers in her hair’

(She had wildflowers in her hair A Poem by Coyote Poetry Haunting story and memories can feel like someone else had lived it. Sometime all we have is wildflowers dreams to hold on… Continue reading →

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The storm

The storm   We painted pretty pictures into the sand and we danced on cloud nine on the mountain peaks. We got lost on highway 69 and we didn’t want to be found.… Continue reading →

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‘I need you, I need you’

  I need you, I need you   Pretty lies, pretty faces and pretty songs. Wounded people accepting less, wanting more.   Where do we go when the blackness of the night is… Continue reading →

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