Category Archive: coyote poetry

The prettiest gal in town

The prettiest gal in town A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The prettiest gal in town She wore her Summer dresses year around. She loved the Monterey weather and she always carry a… Continue reading

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Great song and some words.

  Would you lay with me I wrote into a journal. “Would you fight for love. Fight so damn hard to keep love alive and well? Change life and dreams for the one,… Continue reading

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I tried..

   J.D Salinger My mentor dear J. D Salinger. I pray you found peace. Life taught you to seek loneliness. You saw the bloody war, opened up the death camps for the world… Continue reading

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Robert Frost and some words..

“I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals and… 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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Hemingway last dance..

Hemingway last dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                    Hemingway last dance I returned Monterey in late May of 2016.  I fell in love… Continue reading

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Remembering Joey and a poem.

 Did I do all, I could do, in the time I was given?                (For the dear singer Joey, lost to cancer. her memory still bring tears… Continue reading

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A prayer at the Clinton River.

Easy day, spending time with the grandchildren at the Clinton River. We need easy days, children laughter and time with nature. I hope everyone is doing well. Please have some fun and be… Continue reading

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Windmills of your mind…

Windmills of your mind Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days. Now old age is upon me, the windmills of my mind,… Continue reading

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Lovely Liz..

Lovely Liz     On paper, pen and paper is spilled blood upon notions of things wanted and so damn far away.   We secretly abated love and you became wish to behold.… Continue reading

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