Category Archive: john coyote

“The song of the seasons”

The songs of the seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. ————————————————————————————–                                    … Continue reading

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California coastline dreams-Alisa Fineman

Big Sur. The land carved by the hands of God. Naure gifts to the wise person who love the sea, the forest and the sky. The Pacific. The Peaceful sea. She wait for… Continue reading

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“I remember you”

I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.                   I remember you.                The summer… Continue reading

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“She serene me with the sweet words of love”

She serene me with the sweet words of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words of love leave us weak and needing more.                                 She serene me with the sweet words of love..… Continue reading

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“I don’t remember how you looked”

I don’t remember how you looked” A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time.                                 I don’t remember how you look…I don’t remember how you… Continue reading

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“The Iron Mountain song”

The Iron Mountain song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                       The Iron Mountain song I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw… Continue reading

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Goodbye August

Goodbye August A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Goodbye August September days are coming and the warm days of Summer will be gone. I went to the willow trees and I said… Continue reading

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“The memory of you, coffee and I”

The memory of you, coffee and I. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. coyotepoet            The memory of you, coffee and I. The smell of coffee, ancient coffee shops  and you. Blessed… Continue reading

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My last stand

My last stand will be in New York city. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Two brother die by own hands. I dream of a place to find peace. My last stand will be… Continue reading

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“Killed and killed”

Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come… Continue reading

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