Category Archive: john coyote

“I dreamed of you”

I dreamed of you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words create by perfect art. (Thank you Tumblr-Milo Moire- A goddess) I dream of you I remember Paris. You were in your perfect place… Continue reading →

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“If it be your will”

If It Be Your Will A Poem by Coyote Poetry You don’t find love. Love find you. If it be your will I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn… Continue reading →

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“The lucky one”

—- The lucky one A Poem by Coyote Poetry The gift of love. No more honored gift.                                The lucky one She offered me a smile and a hello. I was besieged by… Continue reading →

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“Dance with my daughter again”

Dance with my daughter again A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song. Dance with daughter Old man remember. Little girls will become young woman. His little girl is tall and beautiful. One… Continue reading →

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Dreams and nightmares

Dance of sweet dreams and nightmares. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m old and very tire today. The people who accept war as norm. Will they accept their children dying for religion and… Continue reading →

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The song of love

Song of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today.                                Song of love Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant… Continue reading →

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Black as the night

Black as the night A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Black as the night Once we were sweet and beautiful. We feared nothing and we loved the song and the dance. You… Continue reading →

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Cigarettes, sweet wine and you”

Cigarettes, sweet wine and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places become better with time                                    Cigarettes, sweet wine and you I sat and waited with my Poet friend. I was the… Continue reading →

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Flesh and bones

We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new-born day.                              We… Continue reading →

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Free-falling

Free-falling A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Free-falling (A unforgettable muse) Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine… Continue reading →

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