Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

_Old Painter at the beach boardwalk

Old Painter at the beach boardwalk. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to listen to the old ones. Can enlighten the mind and heart. Old painter on the beach boardwalk Old man… Continue reading

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July 4rd is here, remember the cost and the value of freedom—At peace at last

At peace at last The Soldiers gave him a 21 gun salute. Only young and old Soldiers came to say goodbye. Old Sergeant Major finally drank himself to death. 35years a Soldier left… Continue reading

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_Mend and alter

Mend and alter A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is hard. Needs time to heal and to be reborn again.                            Mend and alter Life is simple my friends. There is consequences… Continue reading

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You and I?

You and I? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. You and I? A long time ago. We had the same hope and dreams.  We found each other again, drowning in old regret… Continue reading

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Finally a new story. Love demand payment

Love demand payment. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dance, sing and laugh. But remember. Treat love like the rice paper of life. Can be easily damaged and cannot be repaired. Love demand payment.… Continue reading

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_Sweet surrender

Sweet surrender A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must forget old wounds and open new doors.                                 Sweet… Continue reading

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Will you still love me tomorrow

Will you still love me tomorrow A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. For Amy. Will you still love me tomorrow? You are with me my lover. The night is alive and well.… Continue reading

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__The stone face man

The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to hear them anyway.                                Stone face man In old New Orleans 1993. I… Continue reading

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_Old painter at the boardwalk

Old painter on the beach boardwalk Old man sat alone. He was painting a picture of a woman. She was from another time. We sat in silence till he finally spoke to me.… Continue reading

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One of my favorites –Spin the bottle

Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.                      Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. Told me. “Damn if… Continue reading

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