Category Archive: john coyote

Sanctuary..

 Sanctuary ——————————————————————– I love you my pretty, I love you for a thousand reasons. You make me feel important and safe. In my confused and hard world, you listen to me in the… Continue reading

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Great song and some words.

Two out of three ain’t bad     I told her. I will be your Hemingway and you can be my Agnes . You will be my beloved and untold story. I have found you… Continue reading

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With you..

With you       I saw the four corners of the world seeking perfect place, I wanted to observe the rare views of a lucky life, I stood in the clouds upon… Continue reading

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Michigan Summer

Michigan Summer   The flag is flying high. Still opportunity for us to succeed. USA, a mix of all people. We will overcome the hard days.     Ice cream days at Sanders.… Continue reading

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Someone like you….

  Someone like you I told her, I was bleeding, I was dying. You, my love, my savior. You honored me, blessed me with the gift of your sweet love. I have been… Continue reading

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Lake Gichigana…

 Lake Gichigana Once free land held a great nation, the first people lived in peace with the forest, the rivers and the big lake. Lake Gichigana was kind to the original people. The… Continue reading

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The ashes and the fire..

  The ashes and the fire My dearest love, my serene memory. I remember us. We loved the midnight hours, locked door and to be 3 am wild and free. The German Winter made… Continue reading

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I saw the sun in your eyes..

     I saw the sun in your eyes You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did… Continue reading

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The darkest days..

The darkest days A Poem by Coyote Poetry         The darkest days   Winter of 1992 was holding on and I was hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka… Continue reading

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Are we lovers or liars?? and Hope Winter beautiful voice.

Are we lovers or are we liars? (Written in 1993) Once we believed in rainbows, once we made the wishing well wishes. I remember a September Fall day in 1978, the prettiest girl… Continue reading

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