Monthly Archive: July, 2023

Raging emotions..

Raging emotions A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A poem for love and my favorite place.         Raging emotions.. Long talks and strong coffee at the Monterey coffee shop.Bring lovers of the poetry together.Poets, writers… Continue reading

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Little poems for nature…

Short poems for nature. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We need to protect nature and the free animal of the earth and the sea.                                 1- Mother Earth Her dress is of the green… 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 angels don’t cry for me…

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

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Her beauty has not blinded me..

Her beauty has not  blinded me.. She roamed like a old tom cat.Wearing her black clothing like a mask. She tied her hair up into a tight knot.  She don’t look boyish. Her… Continue reading

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I used to be.

I used to be A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments.I smile and listen.Pretend I care. I don’t believe in talking about the past.Today I am who I am.What matters… Continue reading

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Twisted city. Part ten.

Twisted city. Part ten. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry  Live is to be lived. Don’t cry for yesterday. Make today, your best day.  Twisted city, Part ten. The people had gave Coyote and Beatrice… Continue reading

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The human touch..

The human touch. A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe 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 the… Continue reading

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I drink and I will recite some wild poetry…

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Dead ends… Written in 1992.

Dead ends A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature.                   Dead ends.. Brothers told no-one… Continue reading

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