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Poesy..

Poesy A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Thank you Dryden for your poetry. Gave me reason to write today.                                Poesy                     (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the fakeness of fame.They allow praise to fall… Continue reading →

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Blood in, blood out..

Blood in, Blood out.. Little boys and girls grow up and become men and women. They were raised watching war, violence and hate. What did we teach them? What did we leave behind… Continue reading →

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Quotes from the heart..

Quotes from the heart. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  It is a good day. I have five grandchildren. Today I have many reasons to be thankful.  Life is simple. Love bring love.  Kindness rebirth… Continue reading →

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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 wish..… Continue reading →

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My beautiful Daniela..

My beautiful Daniela. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in November 1978) My world was wild and crazy. I’m slow down by a look… Continue reading →

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The lucky or the crazy?

The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be.               The lucky or the crazy.. We danced by… Continue reading →

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The gospel told by a common man..

The Gospel told by a common man A Poem by Coyote Poetry  World is going crazy. USA need to reset our goals. July 2025 version.                       The Gospel told by a common man. ( Leaders… Continue reading →

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Dear Angie..

Dear Angie.. I remember our days and nights at Big Sur, you were my imperfection angel.You wanted, just enough and you allowed your dreams to die. You enchante me by speaking careless words… Continue reading →

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The English lady. My oh my..

My oh my.. Johnnie was drinking hard whiskey, was watching the sea dance and the sky turn more blacker and dangerous on the Monterey Wharf last tavern. A sweet voice whispered, big storm… Continue reading →

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Tattoos..

Tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old stories become better with time.                                Tattoos.. My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I… Continue reading →

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