Daily Archive: June 11, 2025

Waiting for a miracle. Poetry for dear Cheryl..

Waiting for a miracle. Some mini-poetry. 1- Cheryl.. Few speak your name now. When the whiskey is good and I seek pretty faces in my lonely nights. I remember you. You were a… Continue reading

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Little poetry 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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A wing and a prayer..

 A wing and a prayer.. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading

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A Summertime love..

A Summertime love.. Dear Veronica, she knew I adored her.She sat near me and her bare feet caressed the softness of the grass.She asked me. Would you love me when my ginger hair… Continue reading

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Thankful..

Thankful.. I saw my face  in the mirror.I was surprised to see a old man looking back. I am sixty-six years old.I watched my grandchildren daily andthey keep going forward.Their big smiles and… Continue reading

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Did I ever love you?

Did I ever love you? Dying.Lying.Needing.Bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love is just myth and tale.Love is… Continue reading

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The last man standing. Where are the people seeking peace?

The last man standing…A Story by Coyote Poetry  “Please tell our leaders, no-one wins in war. Talk of Nuclear war today . 40 nuclear weapons used. Our world will die slow and terrible. Today… Continue reading

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Don’t give up and a amazing Willie Nelson song.

Don’t give-up…. I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well.I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my generation.I fought ghost… Continue reading

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My muse..

My muse.. You are love and I’m  no-one. You came to me with haunting words awakening the want of love, dance and song. Your gentle voice awoke my dying spirit. Your kind  words… Continue reading

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Old San Francisco..

San Francisco A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A wild and fun city. The people were kind and the city was safe for people seeking good drink and a good time. I found this poem… Continue reading

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