Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Free bird…

Free bird A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ain’t no real freedom. Even the free bird need a place to rest.”

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Close your eyes my love…

(lSource:aufzehengehen.deviantart.com(Thank you Tumblr)) Close your eye my love… The consequences of finding you was to love and need you forever.My red hair muse, you drove me into madness and needed places of  bliss… Continue reading

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My goddess and my beautiful muse of Spring…

My goddess and my beautiful muse of Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and beautiful photo.” coyotepoetrebloggeddayzea(Thank you  dayzea and Tumblr.) dayzea: My goddess and beautiful muse of Spring.. The cold of… Continue reading

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Nothing will last forever…

Nothing will last forever… She sat alone. Her lingering tears falling down her beautiful face. I have told her often. Nothing last forever. Even the strongest love weaken to just memories of things… Continue reading

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Dear Belinda…

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One Tin Soldier.. April, new poetry month number three.

One Tin soldier.. I have become a vulgar man. Once I had a young heart. Love didn’t darken my heart, love didn’t darken my mind. Life did. He told the mirror in the… Continue reading

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I do, dear I do… April new poem number two.

I do, dear I do. Once I knew the sea, once I knew the mountains and once I roamed deep into the forest. And once I knew the sweetness of true love. I… Continue reading

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Love never befriended me. Poetry month number one.

I was alone in a Austin, Tavern and young man staring at his shot of whiskey and cold beer. I touched his shoulder and I introduced myself. The man turned to me with… Continue reading

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A mother’s tears…

My good friends killed in Iraq in 2004 with my daughter and his two daughters. A mother‘s tears A Poem by Coyote Poetry When a life is lost in war. Someone is heart broken somewhere.”… Continue reading

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Grandmother hope and wishes…

Grandmother hope and wishes. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to know freedom.”                             … Continue reading

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