_The hills and the Apache
The hills and the Apache A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem when I was seeking who I was. Written in 1992. The hills and the Apache I had a bottle… Continue reading
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My father- A proud man born in Mexico
(My father like many Mexicans. Fought for freedom in the Korea war . My illegal Grandfather served in World War two and a white Captain ensure he received his citizenship. Look at the… Continue reading
Freedom does cost-At peace at last
At peace at last (Sergeant Major told me once. Take care of the soldiers. No race or religion when men gather for the cause of peace. Peace is missed. When is losts.) A… Continue reading
Pay attention and listen. This is our world.
The whore bath (Truth or lies? Men who say hateful things are hateful men.) or A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must think and make wise decisions. The whore bath Large shining… Continue reading
-Mystical places
Mystical places A Poem by Coyote Poetry First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever. Mystical places… Continue reading
Chelsea hotel
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry -I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark… Continue reading
Please break me
Please break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful. Break me… Continue reading
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Secret love and hidden memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Someone today told me. Write a new poem. Here it is. Secret love and hidden memory. I saw her face today. Made… Continue reading
For Poetry month-The word-man
The word-man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return. Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on… Continue reading
-I have loved and I lost myself
I have loved and I lost myself A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for love. I have loved and lost myself Do you know how it feels to be upon… Continue reading