Category Archive: coyote poet

Indigenous day poetry- Oct. eleven.

The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote PoetryA Native American tale.                                 The The song of the seasons… Song of fall…. Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of… Continue reading

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Indigenous people day poem- Oct. eleven.

Wisdom of the Medicine wheel….   I have been  lucky.  Many kind Native Americans took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to the so-call… Continue reading

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Lost in the abyss of you…

Lost in the abyss of you…. Can sleeping men sleep find peace? My mind wandered to far away places to when I was brave. My youthful heart believed in love, I believe I… Continue reading

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Andrea…

Andrea….I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook.“Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly. Old sorrow had… Continue reading

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My Michigan dream…

My Michigan dream…. “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here ,I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe. You… Continue reading

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Never more, evermore or nothing more..

Never more, evermore or nothing more…. She told me, please take of the mask. You may not like what you see. You have learned to love the darkness, please look closer, look closer… Continue reading

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The sea…

The sea… Once forgotten man sat alone by the sea, he listened to her and she whispered to him.Women are crazy, misery loved company, good drink make us see with realistic view and… Continue reading

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My midnight dancer…

 My midnight dancer… A pretty Gypsy girl, I watched her circle-dance with the sea. Spring Equinox brought me to the live music, the Gypsy girl befriended me in early Spring, she told me,… Continue reading

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Robert Frost words and some of my words.

“I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals and… Continue reading

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Anything goes…

Anything goes…  She sat next to me on the empty stool.Her sweet perfume I breathe in andI gave  her a big Michigan smile. She returned the smile.We talks and drank for hours.Her blue eyes… Continue reading

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