Category Archive: poetry

Pleasure and the pain..

Pleasure and the pain. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Life will teach us many things.  Pleasure and the pain… Pleasure and pain, we shall know. A twisted dance we do. You say you love… Continue reading

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I want to be the one, you need.. Some little poetry.

I want to be the one, you need… 1- We swayed with the sea, we loved the Storms of January. I swirled you into soft and easy circles on the empty Seaside beach.… Continue reading

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The Texas-two-step. Some mini-poetry.

The Texas two-step.. 1- A pretty gal asked me to dance in Belton, Texas. I asked her. Are you a college gal? She smiled and she told me. I am thirteen and I… Continue reading

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We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more..

We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  My muse is alive today.  We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more..  Beautiful poet came to me and she whispered.… Continue reading

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Disease..

Disease.. Two strangers sat together.Discussing things that didn’t matter.   The woman looked at the man.Told him.“I was once a beauty once.Men begged for my attention.”  He whispered.“Beauty is one less burden you… Continue reading

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Bloody anger..

(Johnnie and baby Beulah in 1998) Bloody anger A Poem by Coyote PoetryNegative words and anger lead to dead-ends and separations. A wise man is quiet when anger control his mind. Bloody anger.. Sometime I… Continue reading

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My grandmother hope and wishes..

(My grandparent in 1979 in Detroit.) A Poem by Coyote PoetryI 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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My November song.. And a amazing Leonard Cohen song.

My November song.. I told the Winter sky, I am in the November of my life. I asked the Lake St. Clair, did I do enough? I slowly built my mini-rock garden of… Continue reading

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Please remember who you were..

Please remember who you were… I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading

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