Please listen to the video. Remember silence mean you are part of the problem.

“Wanting to live, but accepting death to save others: that was courage.” “March for peace, and carry hope in every step.” Freedom Flotilla Coalition went blindsided into dangerous waters. Hoping to deliver aide to a starving Palestine people. Please listen to the video. Nkosi Zwelivelile “Mandla” Mandela told the story of brave… Continue reading →

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On the thread of a word.

On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love can be sweet, love can damn us.                                On the thread of a word       (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter… Continue reading →

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The karma of love.

The karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When we are young. We waste the gift of love.       The Karma of Love       Written on 5 March 1985  I remember when the sparkles… Continue reading →

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Sweet Daniela.

Sweet Daniela.  She is sitting alone in the warm  Florida’s evenings.  She is raw, sexy and like a wild cat in the tropics. She is hungry, desperate and passionate. Her dreams are confused,… Continue reading →

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Ancient floors.

Ancient floors In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading →

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The lover, a soldier prayer.

The Lover, a soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human.                       The Lover (A soldier prayer) Poor boys and men.Roads led… Continue reading →

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The coastline.

The Coastline A Poem by Coyote Poetry  In 1991, I drove from Michigan to California. I wrote this poem the day I saw the Ocean.  The Coastline I fell in love with her on… Continue reading →

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Roses are red my love.

Roses are red my love.. It is late October day, and the days of Winter are here. I sing alone to the early morning. Roses are red my love and violets are blue.… Continue reading →

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She was a sea dancer.

She was a sea dancer… She was a sea dancer, and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She was an amazing artist. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest… Continue reading →

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Been awhile my friend.

 Been awhile my friend. I visit my good friend, the ground was cold and I brought his favorite beer. I take one Budweiser and I leave the five remainders on his grave. I… Continue reading →

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