Category Archive: writer

What will be left???

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 posted.… Continue reading

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The Island- part six

The Island- part six A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter finally.                                          … Continue reading

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“Killer on the road”

Killer on the road (Blessed is the man who can learn peace and justice without shedding blood) A Poem by Coyote Poetry (What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will… Continue reading

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The rising sun and the falling moon

  (The rising sun, the falling moon A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for my new book. The Island.)      The rising sun, the falling moon   Prettiest lady, I ever seen,… Continue reading

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Broken promises

Broken promises   We went un-chartered territory, unbounded places where regret is forgotten. Where pleading, screaming and begging is accepted. You were a storm, overtaking my body and my mind. The allure of… Continue reading

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“Old fashion Morphine”

Old fashion Morphine   Oh sweet Jenny stole my vision. Her short red dress allowed me to see her perfect long legs. Her skin color of peaches and tempting softness made me order… Continue reading

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The kind spring and the warm Summer days

Kind springs days and the warm Summer days   Forget me not, forget me forever. Winters cold is gone and the kind Spring days are here.   The cold Winter days made me… Continue reading

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“I called your name”

I called your name   Beautiful lady weeps for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely descended wants and… Continue reading

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“Did I ever love you”

Did I ever love you?   Dying, lying, needing, bleeding.   Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop.   Love… Continue reading

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Gypsy soul

Gypsy soul   Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man.   Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me.… Continue reading

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