Category Archive: coyote

“We loan, we borrow and we stole

We loan, we borrow and we stole The Winter of 1978, we create boundless nights, we made  thousand promises for love and you taught me. We loan, we borrow and we stole.  The… Continue reading

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The willow tree

The willow trees Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can. The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to… Continue reading

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Cigarettes and sassy.

Cigarettes and sassy   You were the most beautiful, the most dangerous lady, I knew. You were my angry lady, sassy and always seeking new thrills. I loved your dark side and I… Continue reading

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Songs, words and Happy New Year

My grandfather told me often. “Never leave with anger and negative words to someone you love. Better to hold silence if you are angry and tell them. I love you and I need… Continue reading

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Hands of stone

Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of stone, soft and tender to the people we love and care for. We must make time for the family. Be kind… Continue reading

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My sanctuary

Sanctuary ——————————————————————– I love you my pretty, I love you for a thousand reasons. You make me feel important and safe. In my confused and hard world, you listen to me in the… Continue reading

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Just might.

Just might She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to escape… Continue reading

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Some quote and almost 2020

Quotes and thoughts about peace and war A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words ” Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding. Albert Einstein” “An eye for an eye… Continue reading

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Love words of a mad man.

Love words of a mad man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words 1-Break me   Please break me and  make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back… Continue reading

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The illusion, A Ojibwa prayer

 THE ILLUSION, A Ojibwa prayer 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… Continue reading

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