Category Archive: john coyote

“Why do we write story and poetry?”

Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry… 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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“Coming home”

Coming home A Poem by Coyote Poetry You can’t come back from where you left. The road become twisted and we become confused. Coming home I sat in the plane from Philly.  Heading… Continue reading

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“A woman, like you”

A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Reading my poetry from 1993. Made me think of a good memory and good time.                           A woman. like you. Me and my sweet… Continue reading

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“The season of love”

The season of love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Old memories. The seasons of love Late August 1978. My Scotland Beauty and I were enjoying our last days and nights together. She was… Continue reading

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To see you again

To see you again A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words See you again I have become cold and lonely in life and heart again. Life seem to have crumble into a millions… Continue reading

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“The dance”

The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dancing can take us to good places. yandex.comSource:(Thank you Tumblr)                             The dance We were once strangers .  Each of us  living in self-made chaos. The… Continue reading

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“Let’s drink and pray for more”

Let’s drink and pray for more A Poem by Coyote Poetry                  Let’s drink and pray for more Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor. Barely old enough to be in the… Continue reading

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“Payment due my friend”

Payment due my friend A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                             Payment due my friend I sat daily by the Lake St. Clair lake. I watched the boats go by and I… Continue reading

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Real perfection

Real perfection A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Real perfection Pretty lady soaking in the bathtub. Bubbles covering perfect skin and long legs. The candies are burning incense of the tropical flower… Continue reading

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