Category Archive: john coyote

The coastline…

The coastline     I fell in love with her on a December morning. I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty, her power.   I walk quickly to… Continue reading

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A beautiful Spring day- For the first day of Spring.

The dance of the flowers.     My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My love, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the earth is… Continue reading

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A safe place to go…

   A safe place to go Once we were wild horses, once we loved the wide open road. Once all we needed was holding and loving each other though-out the long days and… Continue reading

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Poesy…

Poesy     (For Dryden)     True Poets dodge the falseness of fame, they allow praise to fall from their thoughts. Old Poets understand the beauty of the sun rising from the… Continue reading

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Write down your wishes and prayers..

    California poetry- Write down your wishes and prayers (I burned sage today and I wrote on a sheet of paper, Then I burned the paper, release to the sky. Please lord of… Continue reading

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Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched…

(Thank you Mahafsoun for the photo)     Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched       You have taunted my dreams and made me wish for  sordid and frenzy nights, captured in your… Continue reading

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A memory, a story…

  A memory, a story. ———————————————————–                           Everything In the stillness of the night, you held me, so tightly. You were… Continue reading

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Love is like a flower garden…

Love is like a flower garden A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. (A Poem by Coyote Poetry We forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.)     Love… Continue reading

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Love had no pride…

   Love had no pride Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once,… Continue reading

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The willow tree…

The willow trees Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can. The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to… Continue reading

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