Category Archive: coyote

Bukowski words to listen to, some words.

Happy Saturday everyone—-     The first dandelion     The streets are empty, the houses are quiet. I wonder where are the children? I clean-up the Winter waste and I smiled. One… Continue reading

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In the field of perfection…

In the field of perfection       I wished upon the first star of the new night, I wished for warm Spring days, good drink, long days and warm kisses. I want… Continue reading

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Who am I now?

 Who am I now? 1992 2019 We are the same, we are different. I believe we want the same things and some of us want more and some of us want less. Some… Continue reading

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Big Sur, California. Chapter one and two

Big Sur, California. Highway 80. Big Sur, California. Highway 80. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry I arrived in the California in early January of 1992. I returned from the war with the Army sending… Continue reading

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The illusion- Ojibwa prayer

THE ILLUSION I told the pretty poet. I have too much now. I would give away if I could. Sell the car, sell the house and keep a few books and my laptop.… Continue reading

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You are my masterpiece…

 You are my masterpiece I saw you drinking and dancing alone. You were still as beautiful as in the Spring of 1978 when our eyes met for the first time. I remember you… Continue reading

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Please take my hand, please take my heart…

  Please take my hand, please take my heart. Old man told the young soldier in the Fort Louis NCO club. You must die to learn to live you must lose everything to… Continue reading

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Big Sur, California. Highway 80.

Big Sur, California. Highway 80. (My new story had begin. I hope it become worthwhile.)   A Chapter by Coyote Poetry I arrived in the California in early January of 1992. I returned from… Continue reading

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Michigan photos- Lake St. Clair

The Michigan Spring       First warm day of Spring today. The sun is bright, nearing seventy degrees. My world is quiet and the warm day tempt me to find, a hidden… Continue reading

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Ride- I am ready to go anywhere.

(I am tire of being locked-in. I need the lakes, the parks and the forest.)        Ride Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget.… Continue reading

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