Category Archive: poetry

Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.

Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms. We would make love till the morning lights appears. I was intoxicated… Continue reading

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Dreams don’t die. Can be heard by the wise people in the gentle wind and is never forgotten.

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

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Can cry a tear.

Can cry a tear A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry written in 1980. When heart was hopeful and strong.” Can cry a tear.. My heart still can a tear. A tear of… Continue reading

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Is this the end my friend?

Never again. Sweet words that lasted but a few moment in time. Patriot missile. Young Johnnie waiting to go home.(1992 photo) Is this the end my friend? A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m… Continue reading

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On the thread of a word.

On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry                               On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.) Bei Dao Just like… Continue reading

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Two good men.

Two good men A Poem by Coyote Poetry A story of two Soldiers..” Two different stories. Both are sad and needed to be written. Pray for the soldiers today. Remember men and woman… Continue reading

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Wild bird

A wild bird A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people need freedom. To lock them up. They will fade away and die. A wild bird… I saw the fear in her eyes. She… Continue reading

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Shadows of war.

Shadows of war A Story by Coyote Poetry War can catch even the cold in heart.” Shadows of war….I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you… Continue reading

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My beautiful Daniela

My beautiful Daniela A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sweet memories of youth. My beautiful Daniela. My world was wild and crazy. I’m slow down by a look of beauty and softness. Her blue… Continue reading

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Worn and torn love.

Worn and torn love Written on 8 April 1985 (For Angela. A lost and confused young woman. I tries to pick her up and show her life was OK. I hope she found… Continue reading

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