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The simple rules..

The simple rules A Poem by Coyote Poetry  If we show respect to all people. Love the land. Led with kindness and love. This world would be a better place.                                     The simple rules..… Continue reading →

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I want to see you again..

I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Good days become sweet dreams with time.                    I want to see you again… The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of… Continue reading →

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I want you..

I want you… 1- She ran into the field of wildflowers. She stirred his eyes, she stirred his mind and heart. He loved her wild eyes and the questions in her voice. She… Continue reading →

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You are so beautiful..

You are so beautiful.. The paradox of life. We will know more sadness than happiness. Poor Lucy sat alone hugging her Black Velvet whiskey and cussing at her world. I went to her… Continue reading →

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Too late for forgiveness..

( My two brothers Scott and Chuck. Scott committed suicide in 1987 and Chuck in 1988. I didn’t know they feared life.)  (If you feel death is more important then life. Please call… Continue reading →

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Ain’t no fucking good war..

Ain’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Can’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know when… Continue reading →

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My dearest love, I have found you..

My dearest love, I have found you..                    I want to make love to you from feet to sweet lips.                   Your brightness and sadness I need to know.                    I want us nude, heart and mind… Continue reading →

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Never love a poet…

1- Time will steal everything we known and what we loved. We will grow old and we will forget, once we danced, once we loved to sing and  once, we adored love.  Time… Continue reading →

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Wild horses..

Wild horses… Once I knew freedom, once I was free as the wind. Once I knew, open range. Today I seek the wild eyes and free voices. Dear Michele, show me the free… Continue reading →

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The heartstrings..

The heartstrings.. She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him like… Continue reading →

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