You are wild as the wind..

You are wild as the wind.. I told her. I need more of your kisses, I need more of your poetry verses by the sea. I needed you yesterday, I need you today… Continue reading

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Nothing last forever..

Nothing last forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We learn the value of words with life. Sometime words can be forgotten and dismissed.                          Nothing last forever..                    (Written on March 6, 1989  I told… Continue reading

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Everything was you..

 Everything was you.. Waking up alone. Booze, blood and nothing else is all I got. I have gone crazy and I have found peace in loneliness. You were my everything.  I was your… Continue reading

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The sins of our father..

The sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.    (My father at sixty-one in 1998. The only time, he saw my… Continue reading

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The Noise of This World

Originally posted on Penny Wilson Writes:
At the end of 2021, I was in a deep spiral of depression and anxiety.  Inflation, gas prices, the Pandemic, interest rates, drought, war, politics, global warming,…

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Ban song Monday..

Monday banned song. Once. Good morning.

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What is love?

What is love? A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We need the kindness of love near.  What is love? What is love? Love is the plant of peace. The place where the heart can glow.… Continue reading

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It is midnight..

My midnight thoughts.. I am drinking alone at 6 pm and the night is going so damn slow  and I drinking the Blue Moon and I fall into the old songs. Almost 9… Continue reading

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Blame not the kiss..

Blame not the kiss A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Long Summer days bring hope and dreams of hope.                            Blame not the kiss.. The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful face.Words… Continue reading

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Song of the dead and the song of the living..

Song of the dead and the song of the living. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A combination of memories and places                                        Song of the dead and the song of the living. I remember… Continue reading

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