Category Archive: coyote poetry

The weeping song…

The weeping song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                              The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come to… Continue reading

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If it be your will…

If it be your will   I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn hair and hazel eyes. Soft tears were falling her eyes and I went to her.  I… Continue reading

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Bad, bad woman

Bad, bad woman She was the finest lady at the Stray cat Inn. She was wearing her tight black dress showing off her strong legs and robust breasts. Her beautiful face was seeking… Continue reading

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Ravishing beauty dancing alone…

Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hard to brake down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget. Ravishing beauty dancing alone We will masquerade  as many people.… Continue reading

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Empty spaces

Empty spaces A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem of question.                                    Empty spaces Once I was dancing,… Continue reading

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Two guitars…

Two guitars I  hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed real blood and I called you and I told you my love. I have forgiven you and I haven’t forgotten you. If you… Continue reading

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Two poems. A ancient writer and

Two poems. One poem by a ancient writer and another by a almost ancient writer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thomas Nashe words are true today as 400 years ago. The world will struggle.… Continue reading

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Miss nothing, miss everything…

  Miss nothing, miss everything.   We painted our world fiery red once. We tried to cheat love and we collided like freight trains unstoppable. We painted our world white once. Allowed secret… Continue reading

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He never left Michigan…

  He never left Michigan Years ago. I saw the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London. I… Continue reading

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Write, write and write some more…

Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?  … Continue reading

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