Category Archive: poet

–Barefoot dreams

Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age.      Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading

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–Echos of voices

Echos of voices A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                            Echos of voices Christmas is near. Kids are filled with excitement and  I’m  looking  at old photos of my youth. I hear… Continue reading

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-The good path

The good path A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn with age. What we truly need.                           The good path Where do I go from here? I have made a thousand right and… Continue reading

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-A ocean apart

A ocean apart A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in April 1980. I need a positive poem today. A ocean apart You are laying heavy upon my sweet dreams and hope. I hold… Continue reading

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Pryde Foltz verbal poetry.

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–Everything

Everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry How much do we truly need?                                  Everything If I lost everything. Would  I become afraid? We live in a time. Where needing more and more is… Continue reading

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Will you still love you tomorrow

Will you still love me tomorrow A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song create words and thoughts. Will you still me tomorrow Beautiful Jenni told me. “Baby, two highways can never be one.… Continue reading

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Bad love

Bad love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Poem written in 1994 with a re-write Bad love I felt the darkness of the night overtaking the lights of the day. Stealing away the gentleness… Continue reading

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-The lucky one

The lucky one A Poem by Coyote Poetry The gift of love. No more honored gift.                                The lucky one She offered me a smile and a hello. I was besieged by her… Continue reading

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-The blue eyes girl

The blue eyes girl A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem with a rewrite from 1992. I found a book with loads of unpublished poetry. From 20 years ago. I was free… Continue reading

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