Category Archive: coyote poet

Empty spaces…

Empty spaces A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem of question.                                    Empty spaces The world is quiet.… Continue reading

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Corona 2025- A scary tale

  Spanish flu- Estimates vary as to the total number who died. An estimate from 1991 says it killed 25 to 39 million people. A 2005 estimate put the death toll at probably… Continue reading

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A Sunday prayer…

A Sunday prayer (Our world is quiet. The coronaviras create a new world. Old world wasn’t right. We learn the hard way. Boundaries mean nothing. I pray the new world, we learn. To… Continue reading

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Dear Melanie songs and a few words.

California   Johnnie hiding behind his paper and pen, once a great dreaming, once a great lover of the sea, once the wandering man, has lost his way. Now he is seeking Salinger’s… Continue reading

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Leftover wine…

 Leftover wine In Austin, Texas. Pretty woman confessed her sins to the bar room poet. He listen to her tales and he caught glimpses of soft tears falling for things that were in… Continue reading

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A mad man prayer…

A mad man prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry A rewrite                                         A mad man… Continue reading

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Thank you for the dance…

Thank you for the dance My bare foot lady danced by the sea, the moon is above and the stars are lighting up the night sky. I watched her dance, joyfully and content… Continue reading

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The dream surfer

  The dream surfer In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, the yearning heart seek… Continue reading

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The stray Cat inn…

The Stray Cat Inn The night  was dark and the night was long. The Poet was seeking final place to rest tonight. A  sign directed him north.  He found the last road on… Continue reading

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Black as the night…

 Black as the night I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance. She… Continue reading

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