Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

The nightingale song..

The nightingale song A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Number two poem for the month of April poetry month. A Native American tale I was taught and I teach my grandchildren.         … Continue reading →

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The madness train..

The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late.      The  Madness train..             I’m twisted up.            Hogties to bullshit.             I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading →

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A wild bird..

A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes.She told me that, “I love you.I need you.” But I’m afraid.Afraid of losing myself in a emotionwhere I won’t be able to escape.… Continue reading →

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The Coyote song..

The Coyote song On a quiet nights.When the sky is clear.Lonely people wait for no-one.They pray to the moon and they make fool’s wishes.To repeat the dance  with old lovers on empty beaches.To… Continue reading →

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Three line poetry.. Mercy.

Mercy A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Three lines poems.                                                   … Continue reading →

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Things lost, things found..

Things lost, things found… My scattered memories reappear in wild dreams. I remember forgotten face, I remember forgotten places and I remember the last conversations with great people, I have known. Things lost,… Continue reading →

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Kisses in the dark..

“Yet each man kills the thing he loves,By each let this be heard,Some do it with a bitter look,Some with a flattering word,The coward does it with a kiss,The brave man with a… Continue reading →

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A safe harbor..

A safe harbor… I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading →

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She was a dancer…

She was a dancer… She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and… Continue reading →

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Dear December..

Dear December.. The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you.A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered.Dear Johnnie. Please come home to me. I would… Continue reading →

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