Category Archive: love

The damns and the foolish.

The Damns and the foolish A Poem by Coyote Poetry Austin, Texas bars bring the best of people together The Damns and the Foolish The ways and means committee at the local Tavern… Continue reading →

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Waiting by the wayside.

Waiting by the wayside. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must stop and re-adjust our life and thoughts.                                    Waiting by the wayside I was  waiting by the wayside. Tried to figure… Continue reading →

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Peace

Peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Please listen to the video. His words mean more today then 29 years years ago. John Denver – Peace http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpO0lsTQSs0 Peace There is a name for war… Continue reading →

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Young men dream and old men wish.

Young men dream and old men wish. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Age make us kinder and wiser. Must fall down many times to appreciate life.                          Young men dream and old men… Continue reading →

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Midnight rendezvous.

                      Midnight rendezvous Woman are gifts to wise men.A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is more wonderful then to… Continue reading →

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War and peace.

War and Peace   I have stood with soldiers in war and peace. We laughed and cried together. We celebrated life and death.  We traveled to where we were told and did what… Continue reading →

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First love.

First love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. When youth was my advantage. First poem I got published years ago.                      … Continue reading →

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Daybreak confession to the sea.

Daybreak confession to the Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry In a life we must add up what we have done. Re-set our journey and begin again.   Daybreak confession to the Sea… Continue reading →

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A naken woman

A naked woman A Poem by Coyote Poetry                                  A  naked woman (A wise artist once said. To see a nude woman is more wonderful then 1000 beautiful paintings in a museum.)  … Continue reading →

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Like father.

Like father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face.                                       Like father. When I look in the mirror. What do I see?… Continue reading →

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