Daily Archive: June 12, 2025

Catch the wind..

Catch the wind… Please kind lady, please lay with me.Allow the night to cover us with the warmth of love embrace.We were strangers till we learned.We had the same dreams, we were alone… Continue reading

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66 years old..

66 years old.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry 66 years old.. I am in the Winter of discontentment and I am learning. I am 66 years old and I won’t see Florence again,  I… Continue reading

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If I had magic..

If I had magic.. Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy place.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to burn… Continue reading

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The dance of the angels..

 Play me the waltz of the angels… I wrote some names down to paper, each name were kind mentors to me. In quiet prayers, I pray to sit with them again, talk till… Continue reading

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Please say a prayer for me..

Please say a prayer for me.. Please friend. Whisper a prayer for me. I had lived swimming in sin, gin and bad love. Today I’m barren and alone. A long time ago. I… Continue reading

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Ghost and shadows- Chapter one..

Ghost and shadows- chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry  Life is accepting life as-is. Maybe we have enough.  Ghost and shadows- chapter one.  Beautiful Tanya waited patiently with the kind morning sun upon… Continue reading

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Ghost and shadows- Chapter three.

Ghost and shadows- Chapter three A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter three.. Love find us, we do not find love—John Donne.)                     Ghost and shadows- part three…… Continue reading

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Ghost and shadows.. Part two.

Ghost and shadows… Johnnie sat with Tanya. He loved seeing her face, the fire and great storms in her eyes make him believe. Life was more than him. Life could be everything and… Continue reading

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Beautiful Alexia Evellyn song. Lakoka Lullaby and a poem.

December morning… The days of December are here. Kind earth is resting and we must become Winter people. The fire are burning and grandfathers must become the story tellers. He must entice the… Continue reading

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