I hope I make it till the Spring.

I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family. Silence is better… Continue reading

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10 Commandments…

10 Commandments….

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Little boy blue.

Little boy blue. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When a child fall down. Someone must pick them up or they could be lost forever.                               Little boy blue Little boy blue lost in… Continue reading

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She is still my sweet dream.

                          She is still my sweet dream. (I knew life was unfair. Few times in a life you meet someone. Who set… Continue reading

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Sweet red wine.

Sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible.  Sweet red wine It was early fall. The sweet new wines… Continue reading

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Father’s burden. (Good to remember the people who taught us how to live.)

                         (Last day with my father.) He left me with strength and wisdom. We must do the right things.     Father’s… Continue reading

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Souvenirs

                                                                                                                     Grandparent                                                    Grandparent. Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age.                    Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big… Continue reading

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I remember you.

                                               The coastline of Monterey. I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.   I remember… Continue reading

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Love and hate..

Love and hate A Poem by Coyote Poetry I wrote this back inn 1993. Young woman wanted everything and nothing. I told her life is long and hard. We must try to be… Continue reading

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Please don’t forget me.

                                  A young writer on Writer’s Cafe had left us. She taught us to respect and enjoy the word. Her name is Jade Innes.  A new Angel is in heaven. I hope she… Continue reading

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