Monthly Archive: September, 2021

Stewards

Outstanding poetry and thoughts shared.

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Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm.

Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm… The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading

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At peace at last…

At peace at last… The Soldiers gave him a 21 gun salute.Only young and old Soldiers came to say goodbye.Old Sergeant Major finally drank himself to death.35years a Soldier left him waiting for… Continue reading

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The angels don’t cry for me…

The Angels don’t cry for me. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. Just to live with the foolishness. The Angels don’ cry for me…. The kind… Continue reading

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September

September… I have always enjoys the days of Fall. The Summer days become memories and our wandering spirit began to slow down for the days of September.I love watching the trees in the… Continue reading

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Verbal poetry and a poem..

Around and around we go. A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is chance and opportunity. Better to be kind and hope for a good ending.                       Around and around we go…. Around and around we… Continue reading

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An empty book..

An empty book. A Poem by Coyote PoetryNeed to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter.                                  An empty book…. An empty book is a lonely story.The great… Continue reading

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You have saved me…

 You have saved me…. I remember sitting alone. Holding two brothers photos.Suicide was their escape from the cold and heartless world. Two Ojibwa/Mexican boys who saw no road except death as peace. I… Continue reading

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The karma of love….

The karma of love A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen we are young. We waste the gift of love.      The Karma of Love—-       Written on 5 March 1985  I remember when the sparkles in… Continue reading

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Waiting by the wayside…

Waiting by the wayside. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must stop and re-adjust our life and thoughts.                                    Waiting by the wayside… I was  waiting by the wayside.Tried to figure out simple questions.Why… Continue reading

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