Monthly Archive: August, 2023

Measure and weight..

Measure and weight A Poem by Coyote Poetry  What make us feel human and alive? I believe it is the love we embrace and the forgiveness we must understand and accept.                                     Measure and… Continue reading

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The poet…

The Poet A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Good to be the word man. Good for the heart and soul to release thoughts to paper and pen.                          The Poet.. Many moons ago in the… Continue reading

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Five little poems..

Five little poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Just words.                                 1- WarThe war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out by war.No-one won.                                 2- Miss youI’m missing… Continue reading

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The raging water…

The raging water.. I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m  writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body near.… Continue reading

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Blood in, blood out..

Blood in, Blood out A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A eye for a eye world. No-one can win. When hate and violence steal all the kindness and hope. What will be left my friend? 

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Dear Jenny..

Dear Jenny.. Johnnie drifting in and out of the Irish Pubs in downtown Monterey. Looking for his red hair beauty. When the beer and Long Island ice tea kicked-in. Johnnie is dreaming of… Continue reading

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The blue dress…

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History and poetry…

Poetry and history. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  History and poetry.  Old timer at work told me a interesting story. He asked me did I know the reason for Memorial Day and where it… Continue reading

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Like a whisper…

Like a whisper A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Just words.                       Like a whisper… (This is the way the world ends.This is the way the world ends.This is the way the world ends.Not with… Continue reading

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My August birthday poem. “Bad to the bone.”

Bad to the bone… (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have fell into too deep. I can’t see the light.Darkness took my… Continue reading

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