Monthly Archive: September, 2022

love and hate..

Love and hate.. Sitting by the Monterey bay alone.Thinking about a missed woman.I made a wish.It wasn’t the first star,but I made the wish anyway. Stars so very bright, so many I can’t… Continue reading

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Trijillo- a story.

Trujillo — A story…                        Trujillo.. My delusional mind and forsaken dreams seem so far away. I console myself with Honduras rum and roaming the discos and nightclubs. I’m fatigue from suffocating in… Continue reading

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The stormy sea..

The Stormy Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When dreams die. We have no reason or purpose. Need to keep hope and love alive.                          The stormy sea.. The beauty of the Monterey bay.Leave… Continue reading

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time flies

Originally posted on Deathless Shadows:
can you hear themcan you see thembuzzing in the airbuzzing in your roombuzzing in your ear time flieshere and thereand everywhere time fliesup and downand all around time…

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I understand why we protect the wildflowers now..

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why.                   I understand why we protect the wildflowers now… I… Continue reading

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The human touch..

The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show… Continue reading

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If I was the king of the forest..

IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old memories and old dreams.                         If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud… Continue reading

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The karma of love…

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

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Sins of our father.

Sins of our father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.    Father’s eyes and anger.. Is my father’s eyes and anger.Are they mine now?… Continue reading

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The Coastline..

The Coastline.. I fell in love with her on a December morning.I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty,her power. I walk quickly to her andshe was dancing on… Continue reading

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