Monthly Archive: August, 2023

What are the value of words?

Words A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Do words have value?  Words.. Once I was the talker, the jokester, the man who laughed at the struggle of the world. I believed I was invincible and… Continue reading

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I hope I make it till the Spring…

I hope I make it till the Spring… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important after second brother committed suicide in 1999. I learn to be kind to… Continue reading

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You have saved me..

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

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Seconds in time…

Seconds in time… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  What would we say to the people who were kind and generous to you? To be able to say goodbye to the loves one’s who died… Continue reading

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Mirrored soul..

Mirrored soul… The half-drunk poet told the beloved night. I saw the veil of heaven and I have tasted death breathe. I am the son of the forest, the water and the sky.… Continue reading

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Run with the wind, dance with the sea…

Run with the wind, dance with the sea. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen life make us sad. Need to find reason and purpose.                      Run with the wind,  dance with the sea… One year… Continue reading

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A empty bottle…

A empty bottle.. My whiskey dreams, my last grasp at love or the emptiness at the end of the empty bottle. The broken pieces of my life laid shattered. Once sweet songs had… Continue reading

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Jennifer…

Jennifer… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Just some words. I found the poem in a 35 year old journal. Had to re-written.    Jennifer… I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown Monterey… Continue reading

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Hanging with beautiful Halie Loren and a poem. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps…

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Dearest Nicole…

(Dearest Nicole told me. The vastness of everything. The vastness of nothing. What is real? We must decide.) Dearest Nicole. I befriended her at a strip-club. She was the dancer with the far-away… Continue reading

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