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Young men dream and old men wish.

Young men dream and old men wish. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Age make us kinder and wiser. Must fall down many times to appreciate life.                          Young men dream and old men… Continue reading →

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Midnight rendezvous.

                      Midnight rendezvous Woman are gifts to wise men.A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is more wonderful then to… Continue reading →

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First love.

First love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. When youth was my advantage. First poem I got published years ago.                      … Continue reading →

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Daybreak confession to the sea.

Daybreak confession to the Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry In a life we must add up what we have done. Re-set our journey and begin again.   Daybreak confession to the Sea… Continue reading →

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A naken woman

A naked woman A Poem by Coyote Poetry                                  A  naked woman (A wise artist once said. To see a nude woman is more wonderful then 1000 beautiful paintings in a museum.)  … Continue reading →

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Like father.

Like father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face.                                       Like father. When I look in the mirror. What do I see?… 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… Continue reading →

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On the thread of a word.

On the  thread of a word. On the thread of a word of tenderness. I hold you close to me. I whisper I love and need you. We stand in opposite corners. Became… Continue reading →

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Dreams, wishes and whispers.

Dreams, wishes and whispers. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful faces appear making you wish for different decisions and better endings.                                   Dreams, wishes and whispers. Old age make us ponder thoughts and… Continue reading →

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Memory of a Mother. (A poem to celebrate the woman who mold the world for us.)

Memory of a Mother A Poem by Coyote Poetry I was raised by a stepmother. I called her mother. She gave love and raised many children. The word Mother should be used in… Continue reading →

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