Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and the embrace…

Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and the embrace… A Poem by Coyote PoetryBest days of a life. When love is being born.                                 Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and embrace….. My beautiful enchantress. It… Continue reading

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The last man standing…

The last man standing A Poem by Coyote PoetryNot a happy story. A story to create logic and questions my friend.                                The last man standing…   Last person standing…. (Will the last man… Continue reading

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Nancy Sinatra song and a poem…

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad…. I painted pretty pictures for us, I made landscape of perfect and beautiful places. But we danced on the thread of real words. We were… Continue reading

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Phil Ochs- a man of peace

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Phil Ochs songs and a few words.

We don’t want to fight no-more. Once brave boy believed war would save our world. The brave boy became a man. He fought for a Government who would forget him after the battles… Continue reading

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The waltz….

The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz ….. (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz… Continue reading

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The animal… Written in 1982.

The animal. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWho is the real loser in a war? Is there a winner? Men of hate keep a-coming. Wars will never stop…. Till all of us are dead…….. The… Continue reading

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Idyllic places

(Idyllic place and time A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.)   Idyllic place and time   The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter, spring and… Continue reading

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‘Sunday lovers’

Sundays lovers   Me and you lost in the cotton sheets. The sun sneaked into the room and you brought your body closer to me. You whispered. It is Sunday morning and we… Continue reading

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The Poet

The Poet You make words come alive and vibrant, you love books and words. You whispered words to create escape and better place. “Dear Poet, talk to me, read to me and whisper… Continue reading

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