Category Archive: poet

You, coffee and I

The memory of you, coffee and I. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. coyotepoet            The memory of you, coffee and I. The smell of coffee, ancient coffee shops  and you. Blessed… Continue reading →

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“You are gone and I’m here”

You are gone and I’m here. (We must pay attention to our leaders. Leaders, who demand war before peaceful solution. Want more fancy weapons to kill. USA spend 1.2 trillion on war. Without… Continue reading →

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“She was a diamond”

She was a diamond A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands. She was a  Diamond 20 Nov. 1994 The drunk man toasted… Continue reading →

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Don’t forget-part two-The sacred land

A big storm is a-coming. Old leadership is gone and new leader is in. Please don’t forget. Without water, trees and clean earth.  Man will perish. We need kind Earth more than she… Continue reading →

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“Trees”

Trees BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that… 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 see a thousand artistic painting.” My old heart and mind… Continue reading →

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“Beautiful Brigitte.

Beautiful Brigitte   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful Brigitte (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 37 years ago and today for my blue eyes Angel who… Continue reading →

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“Song of the dead and the song of the living?

Song of the dead and the song of the living. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A combination of memories and places                                       Song of the dead and the song of the living. I… Continue reading →

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“Purgatory and no place to go”

Purgatory Inn and no place to go.   I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold. Bartender keeps them coming. They love the big tippers. Purgatory Inn is open early and… Continue reading →

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“A woman palms”

A woman palms A Poem by Coyote Poetry The hands of a woman. Teaches love and kindness. He who treat the woman with kindness. Can stand at God feet and know he had… Continue reading →

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