The colors of our world.

The colors of our world… Black, white, brown and yellow. What is the different? I am so tire of the colors, tossed in my face. Isn’t a man, just a man, a woman,… Continue reading

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Don’t give up…

Don’t give-up I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well.I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my generation. I fought… Continue reading

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Everyone is a river…

Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem, for new book, The Island.                                     Everyone is… Continue reading

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Sway…

Sway… The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy.  A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s… Continue reading

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Please follow me and I will follow you…

Please follow me and I will follow you… 1- She was my favorite girl in Monterey. She could paint her world and she wrote like Mark Twain. She was stubborn gal from Ohio… Continue reading

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The Chelsea hotel…

The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading

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I killed and I killed..

I killed and I killed. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war.  I killed and I killed.. On Friday night my father drank his rum.… Continue reading

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Can you catch a falling leaf?

Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of October are coming and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent of yesterday. Time… Continue reading

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Love words of a madman…

Love words of a mad man A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love can teach us madness.  1-Break me.. Please break me and  make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring… Continue reading

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So beautiful..

So beautiful A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful….                                     (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful  as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a cloudless… Continue reading

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