Category Archive: Poetry and story

If I had magic…

If I had magic   Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone once. Looking for a ancient and holy place. The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty. Perfect place to hide the… Continue reading

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Sanctuary…

Sanctuary ——————————————————————– I love you my pretty, I love you for a thousand reasons. You make me feel important and safe. In my confused and hard world, you listen to me in the… Continue reading

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Liars moon lullaby…

 Liar’s moon lullaby I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax  shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces, for 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 you… Continue reading

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Tender loving care…

  Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward.                                      Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the… Continue reading

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Windmills of your mind…

   Windmills of your mind Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days. Now old age is upon me, the windmills of my… Continue reading

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You are my Springtime…

You are my Spring time     Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and… Continue reading

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Last person standing….

Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend. We are walking on a dangerous edge. Nuclear Winter, new sickness and… Continue reading

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Everyone is a river

Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem, for new book, The Island.                                     … Continue reading

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If I could, I would…

If I could, I would. First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey, dear… Continue reading

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