Category Archive: coyote poetry

More than a name on the wall

More than a name on the wall (Freedom isn’t free. Some men and women, gave everything away for freedom.) I became the old soldier in the tavern now. Drinking with the  ghosts of… Continue reading

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Shipwreck memories…

Shipwreck memories A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                                      Shipwreck memories The irony of a long life. We will know joy and sadness. We will have good days and bad days. We will… Continue reading

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Big Sur, California. Chapter three

Big Sur, California. Highway 80 A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Third chapter.                      Big Sur, California. Highway 80              … Continue reading

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Bukowski poem— The most beautiful woman.

  The most beautiful woman     Everyday the most beautiful woman I knew, she sat with me at the Army mess hall and she looked at my face hard and she asked.… Continue reading

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Bukowski words to listen to, some words.

Happy Saturday everyone—-     The first dandelion     The streets are empty, the houses are quiet. I wonder where are the children? I clean-up the Winter waste and I smiled. One… Continue reading

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In the field of perfection…

In the field of perfection       I wished upon the first star of the new night, I wished for warm Spring days, good drink, long days and warm kisses. I want… Continue reading

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Who am I now?

 Who am I now? 1992 2019 We are the same, we are different. I believe we want the same things and some of us want more and some of us want less. Some… Continue reading

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Big Sur, California. Chapter one and two

Big Sur, California. Highway 80. Big Sur, California. Highway 80. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry I arrived in the California in early January of 1992. I returned from the war with the Army sending… Continue reading

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The illusion- Ojibwa prayer

THE ILLUSION I told the pretty poet. I have too much now. I would give away if I could. Sell the car, sell the house and keep a few books and my laptop.… Continue reading

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You are my masterpiece…

 You are my masterpiece I saw you drinking and dancing alone. You were still as beautiful as in the Spring of 1978 when our eyes met for the first time. I remember you… Continue reading

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