Category Archive: poet

I lift my eyes

I lift my eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to open our eyes and find the good in each day.                                 I lift my eyes. Barren cold and heartless world. Fear… Continue reading

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I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why. I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. I… Continue reading

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What men are capable of.

                          What men are capable of. What legacy will we leave? I hope more then we were the one’s who stood… Continue reading

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On the thread of a word.

On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry Been a while. A new poem.                               On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and… Continue reading

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The human touch.

The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and… Continue reading

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The word man.

The word man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return. Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry… Continue reading

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My siren

My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.                      My Siren The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for… Continue reading

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It is alright my friend. Karma is a fair judge.

        It is alright my friend. Karma is a fair judge. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need peace and calm. Need to put away the anger.                            It is… Continue reading

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Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near.

Good whiskey, a old truck and pretty woman near. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The good days are not forgotten.                             Good whiskey, a old truck and  a pretty woman near. I was… Continue reading

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I hope I make it till the Spring.

I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family. Silence is better… Continue reading

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