Category Archive: poet

“You and I”

You and I? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. You and I? A long time ago. We had the same hope and dreams.  We found each other again, drowning in old regret… Continue reading

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“She told me. Love demand payment”

She told me. Love demand payment. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good music create good poetry. She told me. Love demand payment. Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed… Continue reading

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“The Medicine wheel”

The Medicine wheel   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old Native American wisdom. We need to gather as one people to save earth and all people.   Wisdom of the Medicine wheel I… Continue reading

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“A thousand kisses deep”

A thousand kisses deep The doors are locked and window block by the satin curtains. We infuse our bodies freely and wildly. We tossed the silk sheets upon the cold floor. We are… Continue reading

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“Don’t ask for less”

Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote Poetry In life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached.                                 Don’t ask for less Echos of memories and… Continue reading

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“She wore flowers in her hair”

She wore flowers in her hair.   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time.                        She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams and I… Continue reading

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“Last wish, first wish”

Last wish, first wish.   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words never spoken. Burn the wanting heart.                                 Last wish, first wish Those wishing well wishes and the butterfly kisses of memories. Leave… Continue reading

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“An empty book”

An empty book.   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter.                                  An empty book. An empty book is a… Continue reading

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Old poem, same meaning-Peace, sweet peace.

Peace, sweet peace. We have forgotten you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. Where are the men and women of peace? Where are the calm voices in a world gone… Continue reading

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We must know our world-Write, think and know

Write, write and write some more “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” ― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings “There is nothing to writing.… Continue reading

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