Category Archive: Poetry and story

When war is far away. It is closer then we believe. “Shadows”

                A Story by Coyote Poetry War can catch even the cold in heart.                       Shadows… Continue reading

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Boycott

Originally posted on keeeptalking:
Sweet smelling home with Ambi pur. Sweetly taken care of me with Body Mist. Soft skin. How many coca colas do I have left? I should get some for…

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Love is wild and freely given. “Who can limit love?”

                  A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Who can limit love” Words from the great writer Virgil.   in                        Who can limit love? She wanted… Continue reading

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The Seven Grandfather Teachings… as shared by bear Medicinewalker

The Seven Grandfather wisdom. Would be a better world if we lived by them.

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The Chelsea hotel

The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns… Continue reading

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Sometimes when I am sad (poetry).

Originally posted on middle east revised:
Times of chaos – all over and all over again. So I write. Sometimes when I am sad (31st July, 2014) We don’t do body counts The…

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Good days become sweet dreams. “I remember you.”

                    I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror… Continue reading

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Dark Interludes part two

    Me and Daniela in the good days. Dear Brigitte. Kind and sweet German woman.   Dark Interludes part two A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part two of my new story.  … Continue reading

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A new story “Dark interludes”

    Dark Interludes A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Love comes when it wants.                                       Dark Interludes Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us.  A old friend of many years send me… Continue reading

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Nothing as pretty as a woman with ribbons and bows in her hair.

            Ribbons and bows A Poem by Coyote Poetry With time we learn the real value of living.                      Ribbons and bows. Once I plunged into work… Continue reading

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