Monthly Archive: September, 2025

The red hair girl.

Young men dream and old men wish. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Age make us kinder and wiser. Must fall down many times to appreciate life.                           Young men dream and old men wish.… Continue reading

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Bounded love. Till my last breath.

Bounded love. Till my last breath. The moment I held you. Sweet child of mercy. You brought hope to my sad heart. Your laughter, your smile. Now each day. I look forward to… Continue reading

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Bloody anger.

Bloody anger.  Sometimes I want to hurt someone. Smart and wise-ass faces tempt you with comments and useless words. People with no kindness or loyalty for anyone demand your time and duty. Tire and drowning in personal… Continue reading

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Cold steel.

Cold steel A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old poem (1980) with a rewrite. Anger can lead us to hell. After the pits of hell. Can’t get worst?  Cold steel Baby, I told you.Ain’t no… Continue reading

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A dance with death.

A dance with Death.       (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways. Years ago, I was trying to drink myself to death. A beautiful woman changes my direction. Spirits with… Continue reading

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The lover, a soldier prayer.

The Lover, a Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human.                       The Lover (A soldier prayer) Poor boys and men.Roads led… Continue reading

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The songs of the seasons.

The song of fall. Warm days, cold nights.Create a restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid.The water is sick with pollution.No… Continue reading

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Wounded Angel.

Wounded Angel.  My sad  friend.Please smile for me.Stay with me by the sea all night. Your world has fell apart.You don’t know right from wrong.Desperate acts had left you feelingdirty and insulated from… Continue reading

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Are we crazy the people of this world?

Are we crazy the people of this world? A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I worry for the children. What will be left for them?  (The white people think we do not know their value,… Continue reading

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Wisdom gained in a long life.

Wisdom gained in a long life. When we are born.Even the poorest of people have opportunities. Outcasts and poor folks seem to work harder.They appreciate every small or large victory.They grasp books and… Continue reading

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