Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

My last stand will be in New York City.

( Johnnie at Fort Ord, California. 1992.) My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to come.I… Continue reading

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The word man.

Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California.  I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a book of… Continue reading

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Shadows of war..

Shadows of war. I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could be part of. The missions were to Africa, Bosnian, Central and South America and Iraq. I had no fear… Continue reading

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What is real?

What is real.. Poetry, my dear friends,is a sacred incarnation of a smile.Poetry is a sigh that dries the tears.Poetry is a spirit who dwells in the soul,who nourishment is the heart,who wine… Continue reading

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Sanctuary of love and kindness..

Grandparent, family. Sanctuary of love and kindness…. Old friends have left me. Warm and safe houses are gone. Friendly and kind words are missed. Old faces with smiles and with always  an open doors went… Continue reading

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The things we do..

(Rachel Corrie. The beautiful American.) (War is a sin my friend.   John Denver.) The Things we do? I’m far from a Angel.I believe some deeds in lifecan’t be forgotten. A beautiful girl Rachel Corrie.She stood… Continue reading

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The whiskey and the beer..

The whiskey and the beer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to hide in the wrong things and places.”                           The whiskey and the beer.. A whiskey and a beer was the song we sang to each… Continue reading

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Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on..

(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.) Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms.We would… Continue reading

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Dream a little dream..

Dream a little dream.. The Dark Poet didn’t want to see the  light. The pretty Poet demanded attention and answer. She told him,  all of us need to dream a little dream. He… Continue reading

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The twisted dance of love..

The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A rewrite from December, 1988.” The twisted dance of love(Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the night… Continue reading

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