PRAY FOR PEACE

Pray for peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of violence and war. “Imagine there’s no countries It isn’t hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too… Continue reading

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“Cocoa beach”

Cocoa beach A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places and old memories Cocoa beach I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa… Continue reading

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Do you remember?

Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.

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“Fallen Angels”

Fallen Angels A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem. I hope you like.                                      Fallen Angels In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and… Continue reading

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WHAT HAVE WE BECOME?

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SITTING IN MY SAFE WORLD, I SEE THE TERROR IN YOUR EYES. STARING DEATH IN THE FACE. NEVER ABLE TO UNSEE THE ATROCITY, OF WHAT OUR WORLD HAS BECOME.…

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In impossible dreams

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Image from: http://www.pinterest.com I would remember you, Recalled our memories, And the things we did, As silly as kids, I can’t forget you, You appeared in my…

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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… Continue reading

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“I remember you”

I remember you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old thoughts and poetry                   I remember you You taught me what love was. You taught me what  tenderness could be my  Scotland beauty. You… Continue reading

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The Poet’s love-Life, death and the good wine. Part four.

The Poet’s love life, death and the good wine A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter                   The Poet’s love-life, death and the good wine The four good friends sat near the… Continue reading

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The mercy

The Mercy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                        The mercy She was like a blessed mermaid from the Pacific. She came to me on a Fall night when the moon was… Continue reading

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