Category Archive: coyote poet

Witness to life…

Witness to life   I told people with my writing for many years. If the wars, don’t stop. War will come to our doorstep. Today war had found our USA cities. The war… Continue reading

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Do the fallen remember?…

  Do the fallen remember? I remember my father, held on to the rum and he held on to the memories of the Korean war blood. I would stay-up with him and I… Continue reading

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Boundless sea, honey love…

Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire A Story by Coyote Poetry Just words.                             Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fire It was early Summer of 1994 and I was stationed in… Continue reading

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We danced for the stars

  We can dance for the stars   Was a Texas hot Summer night and you wore your black dress and dancing shoes.  I was drinking the Long Island teas since 6 pm… Continue reading

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Hide and seek..

    Hide and seek     Once we were brave, once we were unafraid of the ending, once we loved the beginning. I found you bare and alone, laying in a shallow… Continue reading

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40 cents more…

  40 cents more ———————————————————————————————- I called Scotland at 10 pm, hoping for a proper goodbye. Beautiful Sheena answered her telephone and she  told me, Johnnie, I forgave you, we held love for… Continue reading

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Would you, could you?

  O so sweet, O so soft My dearest miracle, I was alone till you blessed me with your sweet kiss and your gentle voice. Once I asked you. Would you, could you,… Continue reading

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The Chelsea hotel…

The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading

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I was told…

(thekillmanual Been gone for a while. Portrait by Jordan Torri) Tumblr  amazing poet and writer Anna Childs     I was told     The prettiest and most dangerous lady, I was told… Continue reading

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I want to see you again…

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

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