Category Archive: john coyote

‘The kiss’

The kiss The hot days of Summer days were upon us. Youth, wine, song and Germany warm days were our blessings. We had the long Summer days to roam, talk and find new… Continue reading

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‘Write on me’

Write on me   The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover. I told the night stars, thank you for the sacred mornings awaking with you near and… Continue reading

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Look at me. See me.’

Look at me. See me.   “President Trump pledged to keep the United States at the “top of the pack” in terms of nuclear weapons, expanding the nation’s nuclear arsenal if necessary and… Continue reading

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Happy Father’s day- For my Grandfather

For Grandpa A Poem by Coyote Poetry   Happy father’s day   For Grandpa (Written for my Grandfather in June of 1980. Was posted in his kitchen till his death.) Time had surpass.… Continue reading

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‘My earth, our earth- A prayer

My earth, our earth–A prayer   Dear Goddess of the morning sun. Thank you for the splendor of the new day. Thank you for the gifts of open and free valleys, the towering… Continue reading

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‘Delicate wings’

Delicate wings (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people are more tender than others)   Delicate wings   Beautiful Liz, she allowed me in. Her word and beauty memorized me. Woman who strip… Continue reading

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Happy Father day- Like father

Like father.   A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Blood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face.  Living life taught me. Being a father is great responsibility. With age,… Continue reading

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‘Something shouldn’t be beheld or touched’

(Thank you Mahafsoun for the photo)   Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched   You have taunted my dreams and made me wish for sordid and frenzy nights, captured in your embrace. I want… Continue reading

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Some poetry

Unforgettable I found you waiting, holding flowers of blue. I watched you pondering life and possibility. Your eyes rose up and you asked me. Was I okay? I told you. I create an… Continue reading

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‘She crazy’

My father. He  loved the rum and the gin,  he loved the women too. He was a rolling stone who wanted the long highway and the new places. Home, was the place where… Continue reading

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