Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Just words for peace

Peace, sweet peace. We have forgotten you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. Where are the men and women of peace? Where are the calm voices in a world gone… Continue reading →

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Two poems.

Two poems. One poem by a ancient writer and another by a almost ancient writer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thomas Nashe words are true today as 400 years ago. The world will… Continue reading →

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“Everybody knows”

Everybody knows (I will never understand why you would burn down your own city. If you are pissed off. Demonstrate. Government fear when the people gather as one. Violence gives the government reasons… Continue reading →

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“Not enough”

Not enough A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime love isn’t enough.                                 Not enough… Kind and sweet muse told me. “Sweet Johnnie, I can save you. Please tell me what you need. You… Continue reading →

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My poem for Poetry month. “Why do we write story and poetry”

Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry… Continue reading →

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The Water, the Sky and the Earth. Road trip with Morningstar

  The Water, Sky and the Earth. Chapter 10. Road trip with Morningstar. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry In my lifetime. I met people who held power. I was amazed at their knowledge.… Continue reading →

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“Some more Earth day Poetry” Divine nature

Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need cooperation of all of… Continue reading →

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My California poetry. I miss the sea. “The Coastline”

The Coastline I fell in love with her on a December morning. I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty. Her power. I walk quickly to her. She was… Continue reading →

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“Ribbons and gold”

Ribbons and gold A Poem by Coyote Poetry With time we learn the real value of living.                    Ribbons and gold. Once I plunged into work and making money. I was led by… Continue reading →

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“Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen”

Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading →

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