Flesh and blood

We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new-born day.                              We… Continue reading

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The old soldier

The old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had seen and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long.… Continue reading

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The Poet’s love- the long journey

The Poet’s love – The long journey to Cuidad Juarez. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter                             The Poet’s The Poet’s love  The long journey to Cuidad Juarez begin. The five… Continue reading

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I serenaded to the sea

I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life                             I serenaded  to the paragon of… Continue reading

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Depression Series 2 #POETRY

Originally posted on Tales of a Curious mind:
In a world Where depression is synonymous with evil spirits Where many flee from your aura because they are afraid they will catch your “bad…

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“Iodine”

Iodine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Iodine For years I have swim in shit and I didn’t care. I dodged the longing, belonging and needy want of love. I learn love… Continue reading

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“Big Sur a-dreaming

Big Sur a-dreaming. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a trip. You are invited. Most beautiful and peaceful place. Big Surf, Ca. ———————————————————————————————————————————————– Big Sur a-dreaming. A un-mark road with a small sign… Continue reading

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Embrace.

Originally posted on Wanderings of a lost soul…:
Embrace her Not just her Her scars too, They are deep Blood seeping through Touch them Touch her She is numb With all the pain…

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Boko Harem

Originally posted on Moccasins at Meadow Arc:
In? shallow hollows holy? as the right to sing? lullabies under an African sun poverty nurses fed up anger laid in ostrich nests girls stolen boys…

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The Poet’s love- The cancer. A new chapter finally.

The Poet’s love- The cancer A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter.                                      The Poet’s love Leo watched Paloma and Johnnie leave. Johnnie face had aged. The last time he saw him.… Continue reading

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