Category Archive: Poetry and story

The Island- part four

(The Island- part four A Chapter by Coyote Poetry New chapter)   The Island- part four   I liked the Captain face. He had a ancient and kind face. He took my hands… Continue reading

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One earth, one people.

One earth, one people   Who remembered the people who once lived in the dead cities? Bombs, war and soldiers torn apart once great cities. Where did the people go? Who is responsible?… Continue reading

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The Island- part three

(The Island- part three A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter.)   The Island- part three   I remembered Nicole song and her soft hands caressing my face and chest. I fell… Continue reading

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The Island- part two

(The Island- Part two A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A story.)   The Island- part 2   Lana sat to the left of me and Nicole to the right. Lana told me, I… Continue reading

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The Island

(New book started. I hope you like)   The Island- Part one A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A dream turned story.   The Island I am sitting alone near Lake Huron in Port… Continue reading

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“The word-man”

The word-man. (Need men of woman to write the truth. Thank you for Hemingway, Kosinski, Twain and Nevil Shute. They wrote about the truth. The word-man must leave the truth behind. Maybe someone… Continue reading

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The black night

The black night and the shadow dance   A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive… Continue reading

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A feather

A feather Once I wanted to be king of the world and I wanted wealth and things of value. I was led to a simple place by a kind spirit and I was… Continue reading

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Did we love? Did we bleed??

Did we love? Did we bleed?   Oh, la, la, l, dear love, I sang to you, I sang for us. We were whiskey nights and whiskey kisses. I loved you more than… Continue reading

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“Across the sea”

Across the sea   The dark Poet sat alone by the sea and he was watched the Georgia Atlantic ocean dance upon the empty 5am beach. He loved the early morning and he… Continue reading

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