Category Archive: poet

My greatest regret was you..

My greatest regret was you     ——————— Loved and lost   Dear Lizzy, my beautiful Liz. Honey, sweetheart and my love. Where are you now? Once we drank the Long Island ice… Continue reading

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After the fire is gone- I saw a face

I saw a face   I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face. The face brought back a sweet memory, was once a sweet memory.   She walked toward me… Continue reading

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Dear Luna…

Dear Luna A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dear Luna     Forget me not my beautiful lady, you are too kind to a old soldier. Please dear Luna, I know somethings are too beautiful… Continue reading

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Listen, think, speak…

 Listen, think, speak Grandfather told me often. Take two to fight and take one not to fight. If the aggressor had no-one to fight. Maybe we can learn peace. Grandma told me often.… Continue reading

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Happy or sad??

  Happy or sad? Pretty poet asked, Monterey dark poet, are you drinking by the sea tonight? He looked at her pretty face and he whispered. The sea is kind, always near me… Continue reading

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A moment, of forever..

 A moment, of forever                      “Holy as love” You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle. We found a safe place to keep warm,… Continue reading

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The prettiest gal in town

The prettiest gal in town A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The prettiest gal in town She wore her Summer dresses year around. She loved the Monterey weather and she always carry a… Continue reading

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Great song and some words.

  Would you lay with me I wrote into a journal. “Would you fight for love. Fight so damn hard to keep love alive and well? Change life and dreams for the one,… Continue reading

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I tried..

   J.D Salinger My mentor dear J. D Salinger. I pray you found peace. Life taught you to seek loneliness. You saw the bloody war, opened up the death camps for the world… Continue reading

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Robert Frost and some words..

“I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals and… Continue reading

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