Category Archive: coyote poetry

Leonard Cohen- The poet of song

Leonard Cohen   In the longest Winter nights in Germany in 1978. The sweetest whispers of Leonard, took my dear lover and I. To learn the abundance of love wealth. He told us… Continue reading

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José Feliciano and some words.

  Time for our world to befriend each other   It is a big, big wide world, so many people, all of us knowing the same enemy today. Russian government on YouTube told… Continue reading

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Never been to Spain. Johnnie need a road trip.

(So tire of the quiet streets and the lock down. The coronaviras making me wish to go anywhere. I need to escape the house. Find Port Austin and wash my feet in Lake… Continue reading

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Rod Mckuen, poet and singer.

Life is a gathering of memories and I know we must work to pay bills. Wisest saying written somewhere. Do something you love at least once daily. Befriend many, love the sea and… Continue reading

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Fool’s gold

Fool’s gold   The irony of life, we learn too late, we can’t have everything we want. I remember you, a breathtaking beauty who listen to my words, my poetry. You held my… Continue reading

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The first day of May- Tomorrow

Happy May-day-  Beautiful day The first day of May, the sun is shining and the blue sky above, a blessing. I sit by Lake St. Clair, the water is dancing for me, the… Continue reading

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April- Poetry month- What is poetry?

What is poetry?     I was asked. What is poetry? I told her, poetry is everything. Poetry is the description of the first kiss, the first dance. Poetry suppose make us laugh… Continue reading

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The intoxication kiss…

The intoxicating kiss (I was asked. What do you remember? I told them, when the kiss was so sweet and so wonderful. Each kiss, we shall remember.)   The wine, the songs and… Continue reading

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Our world…

Our world A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                                       Our world One earth and people,… Continue reading

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I dream it was silence. War poetry.

I dreamed it was silence. So damn quiet. Yesterday man became the forgotten man. He followed his father, his grandfather footsteps. Sought war, drink and unknown places. Old soldiers don’t tell you. That… Continue reading

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