Daily Archive: April 23, 2025

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A poet’s love and a beautiful Lorde song.

“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.” Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike  Everett “If a… Continue reading →

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My Ojibwa Grandma hope and wishes

I believe she wanted the old memories dead and forgotten.She lived for us children and her son. I had to go out west. Find kind elders to show me the right path.They showed… Continue reading →

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Blood and wine..

( Death Valley. Took my unit six months to clean up bodies and damaged vehicles.) Blood and wine. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Life teaches us many things. Sometime we must fight for the… Continue reading →

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I don’t remember how you looked..

(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.) I don’t remember how you looked… I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe… Continue reading →

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Like my father…

Like my father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Blood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face.                                        Like my father.. I look in the mirror.What do I see? Have… 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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Choose the road you love..

Choose the road you love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Life is simple. Find something you enjoy. Then do it.                    Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according                  to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred and                 … Continue reading →

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Sweet red wine..

Sweet red wine.. It was early fall. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late summer day.The youth of  the city of Boeblingen surrounded the… Continue reading →

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Dearest Cheryl..

Dearest Cheryl.. She was a creature of the night. Her eyes were wild and filled with wonders, like a clear night with the stars dancing above. She reverend love and love did not… Continue reading →

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I hope, I don’t fall in love with you.

I hope, I don’t fall in love with you.. I found her sitting alone on the sand at the Seaside beach. You held your whiskey tightly and you wanted to be alone. I… Continue reading →

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