Category Archive: poem

“Bad to the bones” Very old words.

Bad to the bones A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good music took me to good days and places. Bad to the bones (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy and I don’t… Continue reading

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Raven and the coyote

The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out.                              The Raven and the Coyote The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken… Continue reading

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I love you

I love you, I love you, I love you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Please listen to the song. I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love… Continue reading

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“Wisp of the night”

Wisp of the night A Poem by Coyote Poetry Used a paragraph by a Poet name Arsh. I hope you like. Wisp of the night What have we become. We have become stranger… Continue reading

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“In your eyes”

           In your eyes In your eyes. I’m everything, the sun and the moon. The warm breeze that warmth the night. I feel I could do anything when you bless me with your… Continue reading

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“Sweet red wine”

Sweet red wine                                    Sweet red wine                         ——————————————————————————————————–   It was early fall and the sweet new wines of Germany came… Continue reading

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“The wild and the tamed”

The wild and the tamed A Poem by Coyote Poetry Is is better to play dead or create fear?                             The wild and the tamed. Some men don’t fear death. They don’t believe… Continue reading

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Freedom-Happy July 4rd.

FREEDOM A Poem by Coyote Poetry Freedom is very costly. How many have died for freedom? We allow freedom to die without a fight. The men and woman who died for us to… Continue reading

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“It is Cut and dried.

It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same.                     It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading

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Happy 4rd of July

You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. You did not leave me my friend. Old man sat alone.… Continue reading

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