Category Archive: poetry

The Gypsy dance

                          The Gypsy dance Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen well. Can hear the strong voices and… Continue reading

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The tarot cards

The tarot cards A Story by Coyote Poetry We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet.                       The tarot cards I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden… Continue reading

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Sweet freedom

Sweet FREEDOM A Poem by Coyote Poetry Freedom is very costly. How many have died for freedom? We allow freedom to die without a fight. The men and woman who died for us… Continue reading

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The sheep and the wolf.

The sheep and the wolf A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to play the hunter. Hard to be the innocence sheep. But for a moment.                … Continue reading

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Wasted words and lonely nights.

Wasted words and lonely nights. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The lessons of love are taught to harden or soften the heart. Wasted words and lonely nights I found her sitting alone in the… Continue reading

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Sacrifice and blasphemy.

Sacrifice and blasphemy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Freedom is very costly.                                      FREEDOM I will never forget freedom. Just promise Please promise That you never forget me. (By Poet Dorene Oliver Dedicated… Continue reading

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A good day to be alive my friend.

                          A good day to be alive my friend (Can you Move? Can you Think? Do you have the ability to do… Continue reading

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Choose the road you love.

  (Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred and delusion die out and the soul is released from the necessity of further purification.)                      A prayer for Nature… Continue reading

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My Winter love

My Winter love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Cold days seem to bring people closer. My winter love. I whispered your sweet name. My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory.… Continue reading

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Secret love and hidden memory.

Secret love and hidden memory. I saw her face today.Made me wander back in time.Each of us hold our Beatrice’s near.The writer holds on to memories like a drunkard holds on to his… Continue reading

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