Category Archive: coyote poet

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I couldn’t find you..

I couldn’t find you A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need people to excite our imagination first. The flesh can forget. The mind yearn for more.                                  I couldn’t find you…. Where are you my… Continue reading →

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Cigarettes, sweet wine and you…

Cigarettes, sweet wine and you A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld places become better with time                                    Cigarettes, sweet wine and you…. I sat and waited with my Poet friend. I was the back-up Poet… Continue reading →

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I don’t remember how you looked.

I don’t remember how you looked A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time.                                 I don’t remember how you look… I don’t remember how you look.Your… Continue reading →

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Missing pieces. Part two.

Missing pieces. Part two A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we can find the missing pieces. It can close doors that are needed to be shut and understood.               Missing pieces. Part two. The Korean… Continue reading →

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The missing pieces- Part one

The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote PoetryFragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.         … Continue reading →

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Don’t ask for less…

Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote PoetryIn life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached.                                 Don’t ask for less…. Echos of memories and voices dances… Continue reading →

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Tell me, how you lived…

Tell me, how you lived?…. Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet each man… Continue reading →

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Father’s burden…

Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden….           (My father  was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to look… Continue reading →

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Like father…..

Like father. A Poem by Coyote PoetryBlood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face.                                       Like father…. I look in the mirror.What do I see? Have I become what… Continue reading →

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I want to see you again….

I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote PoetryGood days become sweet dreams with time.                   I want to see you again…. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of fearless… Continue reading →

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