Monthly Archive: December, 2023

She wore flowers in her hair…

She wore flowers in her hair…. I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my place in life.I decide a trip was needed.I was told in Vienna.The wine was sweet and the… Continue reading →

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Five little poems.. War and love…

(Five short poems.A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words.) 1- War..The war is over,the guns locked away,the soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out by war,No-one won. ——————————————————————————————2- Miss you..I’m missing you,I whispered to… Continue reading →

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The moonlight and you.. And a beautiful Selah Sue song.

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The moon and the stars…

The moon and the stars… Once I was free and a wild soul, wanting and needed nothing. I was looking for the idyllic setting, place of perfect view and the dancing sea. I… Continue reading →

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Last chance saloon..

Coyote

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What hold values? What is important?

What hold value? What is important? I told the busy man. A controlled and organized life. It will leave you wanting for things lost and cannot be found. Must stop, slow down, drink… Continue reading →

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I love you more…

I love you more…. Once I was alone, now with you near, the sky is more bluer, the moon is more brighter, I know how to smile again, I know how to laugh… Continue reading →

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Alone in the darkness…

Alone in the darkness A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people lose their way and can’t find real peace.                                 Alone in the darkness… The chronicle of life are stages. We can act many… Continue reading →

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Lovers and losers…

Lovers and losers A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When love comes at the wrong time. Someone must lose.                                    Lovers and losers… She told me. I will cry for you. I would die for… Continue reading →

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Utopia of the pen and the paper…

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                               Utopia of the pen and the paper…… Continue reading →

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