Category Archive: coyote poet

Bad love

Bad love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Poem written in 1994 with a re-write Bad love I felt the darkness of the night overtaking the lights of the day. Stealing away the gentleness… Continue reading

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-The lucky one

The lucky one A Poem by Coyote Poetry The gift of love. No more honored gift.                                The lucky one She offered me a smile and a hello. I was besieged by her… Continue reading

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-The blue eyes girl

The blue eyes girl A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem with a rewrite from 1992. I found a book with loads of unpublished poetry. From 20 years ago. I was free… Continue reading

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–Old Painter at the beach boardwalk.

Old Painter at the beach boardwalk. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to listen to the old ones. Can enlighten the mind and heart. Old painter on the beach boardwalk Old man… Continue reading

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One of my favorite–Russian roulette

Russian roulette   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is taking chances. We will fall many times. If we are lucky. We will know peace one day.                                   Russian roulette Beautiful young woman… Continue reading

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Somethings shouldn’t beheld of touched

Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry written in 1994 (Thank you Mahafsoun for the photo) Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched You have taunted my dreams and made… Continue reading

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-La petite mort-last chapter of a tale

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Midnight conversation Warning This Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. La petite mort, Little death -She wanted Paris and I wanted… Continue reading

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-The song of the Fall

The song of fall Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the wind on a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid. The water… Continue reading

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True love gives all

True love gives all A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old and good memory. Our elders teach us how to live. True love gives all. Sixty five years together. He stood by my grandmother with… Continue reading

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–You are in Paris and I’m here

You are in Paris and I’m here A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and thoughts.                         You are in Paris and I’m here I hurt myself again today and I allowed you… Continue reading

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