Category Archive: poetry

Grandmother hope and wishes.

Grandmother hope and wishes. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to… Continue reading

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The hills and the Apache.

The hills and the Apache A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem when I was seeking who I was. Written in 1992.                         The hills and the Apache I had a bottle… Continue reading

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I don’t remember how you looked.

I don’t remember how you looked. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories dances  in my head.   Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. I don’t remember how… Continue reading

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Beautiful stranger

Beautiful stranger Sitting alone in the corner in a piano bar bar in Austin, Texas. Reflecting on things lost on the road. Strangers are around me. Whispering secret to their lovers. Under the dim lights.… Continue reading

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My siren

My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.                    My Siren The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the… Continue reading

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Beautiful journey.

Beautiful journey. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise person ensure they take the good road.                     Beautiful journey. A thousand roads to choose. We can ride into darkness without fear of the… Continue reading

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I used to be.

I used to be. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The past is gone. What can we do to improve our life and show love and kindness to family and friends.      … Continue reading

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What will be left. (My Earth day poem.)

What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to show concern for Nature. Before she disappears.   What will be left? I took my children to the lake. Signs are… Continue reading

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Why do we write story and poetry?

Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry… Continue reading

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Soldier Boy.

(The Soldier who refuse to kill was released. He is a hero to me. You must stand for something. He did. ) Soldier boy A father told  me. His son is having problems.All… Continue reading

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