Category Archive: poetry

The animal… For Ukraine..

The animal. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Who is the real loser in a war? Is there a winner?  Men of hate keep a-coming. Hitler took Poland first and he kept going. The world… Continue reading →

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Sweet whispers…

  Sweet whispers…. The voice  of leonard Cohen singing in the background. I read  words from a beautiful woman.Sweet offering of love and emotion. I know women are  gifts to a wise man.Passionate … Continue reading →

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Dreams don’t die… Pray for Ukraine, pray the world can gather as one for peace…

Dreams don’t die. Can be heard by wise people in the gentle wind and never forgotten. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Can’t allow war to blind us from peace. Guns and hate will close… Continue reading →

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Two out of three, ain’t bad.

Two out of three, ain’t bad. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Lonely are the people who wasted love and friendship.  (Johnnie in Monterey in 1991) Two out of three ain’t bad…. I was sitting… Continue reading →

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A wild bird…

 A wild bird…. I saw the fear in her eyes.She told me that “I love you.I need you.” But I’m afraid.Afraid of losing myself in a emotionwhere I won’t be able to escape.… Continue reading →

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Pieces of April….

Pieces of April…. My dreamland beauty, she comes to my mind in early April. The cold of Winter almost gone  and I remember our Spring time kisses, our Spring time dances with Lake… Continue reading →

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The Nightingale song…

The nightingale song A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A Native American tale I was taught and I teach my grandchildren.                             … Continue reading →

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The old man blues…

The old man blues… A black wind is touching my face, neither sadness or happiness can I know. I ain’t cold, I ain’t warm. I am just alive. Once a misty eyes beauty… Continue reading →

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Falling backward…

Falling backward… I liked California. Made me think and drink less. I never understood the California girls. They wanted to figure out the messy world and you can’t. The taverns in California were… Continue reading →

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Hell-bound and the whiskey tasting better…

Hell-bound I am and the whiskey tasting better…. Once saintly man found sin, whiskey and the drinking songs. He and Hank William Jr. sing nightly in Belton, Texas together. The one-handed bartender make… Continue reading →

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