Category Archive: coyote poetry

–Daybreak confession to the sea

Daybreak confession to the Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry In a life we must add up what we have done. Re-set our journey and begin again.   Daybreak confession to the Sea… Continue reading

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–Flesh and bones

Flesh and bones A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be lived. Need to celebrate being alive. Flesh and bones (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is… Continue reading

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Freedom is under-rated—Free bird

Free bird A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ain’t no real freedom. Even the free bird need a place to rest. Free bird We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know… Continue reading

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__Secret love and hidden want

Secret love and hidden want Fiery eyes woman watched the Poet read his words at the Poetry reading at the Monterey coffee house. Her sweet voice like sweet honeys asked him as he… Continue reading

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–I couldn’t find you

I couldn’t find you A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need people to excite our imagination first. The flesh can forget. The mind yearn for more.                                  I couldn’t find you Where are… Continue reading

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Abraham , Martin, John

                        We had giants once upon the earth I remember strong voices shouting for equal rights and peace. Fearless men who were… Continue reading

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The night had fallen

Two short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                            The night had fallen The sun splendor is not forgotten. Taverns are closed. The long day bring the quiet of the… Continue reading

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_Sweet surrender

Sweet surrender A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must forget old wounds and open new doors.                                 Sweet… Continue reading

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_Blinded. But not dead yet.

Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be able to see the light. Now I see chances to do good… Continue reading

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One of my favorites –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… Continue reading

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