Category Archive: poetry

A summer poem. “I serenaded to the paragon of beauty”

                                      I serenaded  to the paragon of beauty On highway two. The coastal California highway.Hidden… Continue reading

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The road called me.

                The road called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road.                                    The road called… Continue reading

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Where are you?

          Where are you? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We lose people and we learn we need them.                                     Where are you? Do you remember me?Do you think… Continue reading

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Life can be hard. “Russian roulette”

              Russian roulette A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is taking chances. We will fall many times. If we are lucky. We will know peace one day.… Continue reading

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Dance often and know real love. Photos and a few words.

            Dance with the sea. Dance with a lover. Dance with your children.    A wealthy man know love and had many friends.          … Continue reading

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Thin line between love and hate. “Love and hate”

Love and hate A Poem by Coyote Poetry I wrote this back inn 1993. Young woman wanted everything and nothing. I told her life is long and hard. We must try to be… Continue reading

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I need a vacation. “The tarot cards”

The tarot cards A Story by Coyote Poetry We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet.                                                … Continue reading

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The Medicine wheel

                                    Wisdom of the Medicine wheel. (I have been lucky. Many kind Native American took me… Continue reading

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Life is fair. We must be saved and we must save the people we love.

You have saved me A Poem by Coyote Poetry For the many people who gave me hope when I had none.                                          … Continue reading

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Will I find you tonight?

Will I find you tonight? A Poem by Coyote Poetry The first true love is never forgotten. First touch, first kiss leave us wishing for the first dance again.        … Continue reading

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