Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

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I can show you God.

  I can show you God A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust thoughts and things to ponder on                                   I can show you God… The great search for God is fruitless for some. I knew… Continue reading →

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You are in Paris and I am here.

You are in Paris and I am here. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Maybe we are in the wrong place?  You are in Paris and I am here… I hurt myself again today and… Continue reading →

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Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey.

Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. In was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal, I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading →

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The quiet of the day.

The quiet of the day.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  About a friend, a Bosnian woman who wanted quiet and her garden.   The quiet of the day.. He went to her home and he… Continue reading →

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Please talk to me, please write on my skin.

Please talk to me, please write on my skin.. She told me in her sleepy voice. Please talk to me, please write on my bare skin. Show me love is alive and well… Continue reading →

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I wanted everything and I needed nothing.

I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Youth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love.                        I wanted everything and I… Continue reading →

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Glorious red.

Glorious red Lace and cotton dreams, is you, my love. I love the fire in your heart, the softness of your voice. You make my dreams, glorious red and perfection. I am drunk… 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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For my brothers.

For my brothers. Written in 1988. Child with your eye closed to living. How can I bring hope and sweetness to a life, where hope and dreams are long forgotten on your journey… Continue reading →

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The October days of my life. Did I do enough?

The October days of my life. Last dance for the Coyote.. This morning, I saw a old face looking back at me in the mirror. My beard is gray and I have pain… Continue reading →

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