Category Archive: coyote poet

‘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… Continue reading

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‘Whiskey’

Whiskey   She danced alone on the dance floor at the Jazz club. Moving her body with a gentle ease and making every movement of perfect long legs, wonderful womanly curves and hips.… Continue reading

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‘Down, baby, down’

Down, baby, down   Dreaming and believing. Living and dying. Loving and hating. Lying and crying. Good days and the bad days. Demanding or careless. Song and slow dance. Deeper and deeper we… Continue reading

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“killer on the road”

Killer on the road (Blessed is the man who can learn peace and justice without shedding blood) A Poem by Coyote Poetry (What good and bad we do in a life. The scars… Continue reading

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‘Peace will come, even if, only by one’

Peace will come, even if, only by one. Old man sat by the sea. He whispered a prayer. An old prayer repeated often in his lifetime. “Please God of the sea, please god… Continue reading

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The Water, the Sky and the Earth. chapter 9-14

The Water, Sky and the Earth. Chapter 10. Road trip with Morningstar. “In my lifetime. I met people who held power. I was amazed at their knowledge. Sometime warning come when you don’t… Continue reading

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My dear love

My dear love Pretty woman, she is dancing alone. Her body dancing freely to the good songs and she had no concern for the observers of her dance. I went to her in… Continue reading

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‘Never talk to a stranger’

Never talk to a stranger The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “fifth street”. Low music and people seeking conversation. Pretty lady sat with me and she ordered a double shot of… Continue reading

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‘A little death’

  A little death Silky skin, wine and song took us here. You are as pretty as the rising sun my love. Honey, dear and sweet heart I have called you. You were… Continue reading

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Love can be sweet, love be damned.

Love can be sweet, love can be damned.   A letter received in 1978. ——————- Dear John Never before I felt a feeling of being secure that much as I feel now when… Continue reading

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