Category Archive: story

The wild and the tamed

The wild and the tamed A Poem by Coyote Poetry Is is better to play dead or create fear?                             The wild and the tamed. Some men don’t fear death. They don’t believe… Continue reading →

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Dark eyes Angel who lost her wings.

          Dark eyes Angel who lost her wings I watched her from a distance. The music is low and sweet. Bob Seger “Against the wind” is playing. She sing with… Continue reading →

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Bittersweet goodbye

Bittersweet goodbye A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories become a permanent part of our life. Bittersweet closure I walked up to her house. I celebrated one year with a woman. In the comfort… Continue reading →

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We were just men and woman

                          We were just Men and Woman.   20 soldiers sat and waiting  in a room .The education of War written… Continue reading →

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Just enough

Just enough A Poem by Coyote Poetry Live fast, test life and hope for a good landing. Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. Just… Continue reading →

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A story of two Soldiers

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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The sweetist things

The sweetest things A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Respect people. Religion should be private. Stay positive. The sweetest thing I have seen so many mysteries and  seen so much beauty.… Continue reading →

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Don’t look for things you don’t want to find.

Don’t look for things you don’t want to find. A Story by Coyote Poetry When nonfiction feel like fiction. You have seen too much.                                 Don’t look for things you don’t want to… Continue reading →

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Babbling of a insane man. Chapter one and two.

Babbling of a insane man. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry You must dance with life and death to know real peace.                       Chapter one The chess game   I drove to Austin, Texas… Continue reading →

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I remember you.

          I remember you (We can’t allow the small things to kill off all our hopes and dreams. Our children need to have something to reach for. If we… Continue reading →

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