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My great love.

My great love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Pain of love lost must disappear into the wind.                     My great love… Do we support to love but once? Where have my ancient lover’s… Continue reading

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My lady

My lady A Poem by Coyote Poetry An old poem written by a sad heart. My lady My lady , I still cry out in sweet dreams your name.So long since our lips… Continue reading

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A wish upon a star.

A wish upon a star A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away. A  wish upon a star Every night before I close my eyes.  I whisper your name. I make a… Continue reading

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You are the love of my life.

You are the love of my life A Poem by Coyote Poetry We forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.                         You are the love of my life… Continue reading

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What will be left?

                        What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to show concern for Nature. Before she disappears.   What… Continue reading

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We laughted, we danced and we celebrated being alive.

We laughed, we danced and we celebrated being alive. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For sweet Brigitte. I was lucky to be saved by a kind heart.                       We laughed, we danced and… Continue reading

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The word man

The word man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return. Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry… Continue reading

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The damns and the foolish.

The Damns and the foolish A Poem by Coyote Poetry Austin, Texas bars bring the best of people together The Damns and the Foolish The ways and means committee at the local Tavern… Continue reading

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Big Surf a-dreaming.

Big Surf a-dreaming. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a trip. You are invited. Most beautiful and peaceful place. Big Surf, Ca.    Big Surf a-dreaming. A un-mark road with a small sign… Continue reading

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If I knew.

If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness.   If I knew If I knew. I… Continue reading

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