Category Archive: writing

Don’t look at me with eyes of disappointment.

                                    (If you stand for nothing worthwhile.  You will be forgotten as soon as they cover… Continue reading

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Good words and good people should not be forgotten. Christina May Shanaberg

(You are elsewhere now. I have our letters and words shared. You loved the word. I will keep you alive my dear friends. We can die but good people stay with us in… Continue reading

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Another poem for the season of spring. “Wildflowers dreams”

Wildflower dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be among the wildflowers. Free from life problems and trying to find the freedom we once held precious.                                     Wildflowers dreams. She was pretty… Continue reading

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Some people never leave our thoughts. “You are always on my mind.”

You are always on my mind. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love may be gone. The tattoos of love will always be with us                   … Continue reading

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For Christina May Shanaberg. Can’t forget the kind Poets who are missed.

Christina May Shanaberg left  our world 8 June 2012. She was a friendly voice and friend on Writer Cafe. These are her poetry. We must allow her words to live so she will… Continue reading

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USA teaches the youth death before love. “Killer on the road.”

Killer on the road         A Poem by Coyote Poetry What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will always stay with us. Young men and woman… Continue reading

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Tender loving care

Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward.                                      Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the… Continue reading

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My beautiful Brigitte

                      Beautiful Brigitte (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 34 years ago and today for my blue… Continue reading

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My last stand will be in New York city. New York city make the mind come alive.

My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City. Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin. Whispering stories of things to come.… Continue reading

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Sacred places and sweet dreams

Sacred places and sweet dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories are like good red wine. Become more valuable with time and separation.     Sacred places and sweet dreams She traced my skin… Continue reading

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