Category Archive: Poetry and story

I have no regret

I have no regrets   “A Poem by Coyote Poetry Bad days become less painful with time and distance.” No regret I stopped in Ann Arbor in June, year 2000. I liked to… Continue reading

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‘Forget me not’

Forget me not —- She told me, flattery will get you everything. Please make me feel loved and wonderful. I need someone, to be their, everything. Even if just sweet lies dear Poet.… Continue reading

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I was condemned

I was condemned after I saw your face   I was looking for the wide open road and some kind of freedom. She sat alone on a barren road on the back road… Continue reading

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‘A dance with death’

                A dance with Death.   (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways. Years ago I was trying to drink myself to… Continue reading

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Strangers, trains and planes’

Strangers, trains and planes   She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be in Monterey soon. I will meet you at the Monterey coffee shop on Tuesday. She held a silence… Continue reading

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‘The weeping song’

(The weeping song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words)   The weeping song.   I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will… Continue reading

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The Medicine wheel

Wisdom of the Medicine wheel   I have been lucky. Many kind Native Americans took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to the… Continue reading

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You are in Paris and I’m here.

You are in Paris and I’m here (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and thoughts.)   You are in Paris and I’m here   I hurt myself again today and I allowed… Continue reading

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‘Fever’

Fever   I told her.” Love don’t die sweetie. Love is like the German wines, become more sweeter and tastier with time.” Tonight you are wearing your red dress and dangerous smile. I… Continue reading

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‘The lullaby

The lullaby A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The lullaby The old poet sang a lullaby to the sea. Once a sensual woman whispered to me on a warm Spring day. “Come… Continue reading

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