Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

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Roses and lovers..

Roses and lovers.. “O my love, O my love. I said: Let me fall or stand, let me fall or stand, let me live or die, but this once hear me speak- O… Continue reading →

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I remember you..

 I remember you.. The summer days were long andthe splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot Summer  days.Thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of… Continue reading →

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My dear Beatrice Marcella..

My dear Beatrice Marcella.. She told me. Johnnie become like the dancing waves. Wild and free. Allow the Monterey nights to make us know the freedom and  the laughter. Enter into the mediation… Continue reading →

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I saw the sun in your eyes..

 I saw the sun in your eyes.. You and me, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading →

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You are my ocean..

You are my ocean My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free. I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves and I felt the safety of her power… Continue reading →

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Listen to the wind..

Listen to the wind.. Find a valley where the kind wind can sing to you, stand in an apple tree orchard, touch an apple, taste the sweetness. Gifts, wonderful gift from Mother Nature.… Continue reading →

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The sinner’s prayer..

The sinner’s prayer.. My father believed, if he went to church on New Year eve. All sins would be forgiven. Father, old soldier, drinker and hell raiser. I pray, a place for men,… Continue reading →

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Just a little bit more..

Just a little bit more ——————————————————————————————– “Candy is sweet, lemons can be tart and life is long.” Pretty woman whispered to me in the field of the Spring dandelions.” We have known hell’s… Continue reading →

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Souvenirs..

Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe odd things we hold special in old age.                    Souvenirs… A old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Surf,sea shells from the coast of Europe.Many… Continue reading →

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I hope I make it till the Spring.

I hope I make it till the Spring… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important after second brother committed suicide in 1989. I learn to be kind to… Continue reading →

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