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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
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
An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter. An empty book. An empty book is a lonely… Continue reading
Blue eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry A very old poem. A wise man always speak with love and kindness to the woman he loved. … Continue reading
Coyote spirit A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left. Coyote spirit (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and… Continue reading
Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden.. (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to look… Continue reading
My beautiful Beatrice. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean is near, no place to be and a beautiful Italian girl. Paradise for the lucky in love and life. My beautiful Beatrice.… Continue reading
Dreaming of you and Big Surf (I tell the kids. Live before work steals your soul and dreams. Life need to be sweet pleasure and many journeys to find gifts of laughter and… Continue reading
The damn road A cold winter day in late December. We lay together sharing sweet kisses. Your beautiful young body pressing against me so tightly. I can hear your heart beating. I… Continue reading
A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few people can bring you from self-made hell. When a sweet woman offer a soft hand and love. Even the dead can be rebirth.… Continue reading