Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

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I need a wild heart..

Love made me live.. Beautiful woman told me. We need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love.Love come when love wants.The movement of love is like a song.The rhythmically song take… Continue reading →

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Be kind to each other..

Be kind to each other.. Sober men can’t write the truth, godless men can’t see heaven. Liquor voice, does not seek salvation, only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like… Continue reading →

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If I knew..

If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness.    If I knew…  If I knew. I would of … Continue reading →

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Ain’t blue no-more..

Ain’t blue no-more.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Jazz and some words..                       Ain’t blue no-more… “Hey nonny no! Men are fools that wish to… Continue reading →

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Scarborough fair..

Scarborough fair…. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading →

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Stitches..

Stitches… I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading →

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War, love and memories..

Five short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Just words.                                 War..The war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out by war.No-one won.                                 Miss you..I’m missing you.I whispered… Continue reading →

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Stand up for the right things..

Stand up for the right things.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Quiet, peace, solitude and loneliness. Places and traces of what we were and are.  Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners… Continue reading →

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Come with me and be my love..

Come live with me and be my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I stole a line from the great writer Christopher Marlowe                                        Come live with me and be my love.. (Come live… Continue reading →

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Grandfather’s roses..

Grandfather’s rose bushes… My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the roses. He told… Continue reading →

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