Category Archive: coyote

A lullaby

  A lullaby Once I chased the moon, once I sang to her, great songs of love. “Dear Luna, you are a miracle to behold, please come and dance with me and be… Continue reading

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The strong and the blessed

 The strong and the blessed Today I am a old man. I lived in many places and I have lived many lives. I was a businessman, I was a soldier and I was… Continue reading

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“Lover, lover, lover.”

Burning desire   Locked doors. Protected by the whispers of Leonard Cohen songs in the background. Love was new and you were my only need. Your gentle whisper of lover, lover, lover. Let’s… Continue reading

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Hey brother, hey sister.

Hey brother, hey sister It is January 8th and the cold of Winter is upon me.   The slowness of January allowed me to remember friends alive and gone. Today  I remember young men… Continue reading

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“Looking for my Agnes”

 Looking for my Agnes Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading

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The poet and the naked lady

 (Watch the videos. Amazing.) The poet and the naked lady I fell in love with a long legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and… Continue reading

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Everyone is a river.

Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem, for new book, The Island.                                     … Continue reading

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Across the sea.

Across the sea The dark Poet sat alone by the sea and he was watched the Georgia Atlantic ocean dance upon the empty 5 am beach.  He loved the early morning and he… Continue reading

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My kind friend, I remember.

    The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall… Continue reading

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The war, the blood and the gun.

The war, the blood and the gun No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only blood and the sound of war. Who do we blame my friend? War is… Continue reading

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