Category Archive: coyote poetry

“Little truth”

Little truth A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rarely we know the real facts. A controlled media leave us blind and dumb.                               Little truth Dead cities. Now destroyed and burned. Who have won… Continue reading →

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“Stand by me”

Stand by me A Poem by Coyote Poetry No-one is a mountain. We need bridges to hope and peace. Stand by me They murdered Christians and Muslims in Asia. They murdered Muslims and… Continue reading →

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“The sea”

The sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Best place to be. Near the sea with good friends, music and free time.                               The sea I told her. Become like the sea. Move with… Continue reading →

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“Young men dream ond old men wish.”

Young men dream and old men wish. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Age make us kinder and wiser. Must fall down many times to appreciate life.                          Young men dream and old men… Continue reading →

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“The brown eyes girl”

The brown eyes girl A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some woman make you wish you were young and free again. They bring to life the desire for you to want to be wild… Continue reading →

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“Spin the bottle”

Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.                    Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. Told me. “Damn if you… Continue reading →

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“A dance with Death”

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind.                     ——————————————————————————————————————————————- A dance with… Continue reading →

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The man who couldn’t cry

The Man Who Couldn’t Cry A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                                              The Man Who Couldn’t Cry The old soldier told me. You can win some and you can lose some.… Continue reading →

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“Like a whisper”

Like a whisper A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                      Like a whisper (This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the… Continue reading →

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Be like the flexible branches then the dead roots

Be like the flexible branches than the dead roots A Story by Coyote Poetry I learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot card reader.                             Be… Continue reading →

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