Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Am I dead or alive?

(Johnnie in the fault line of California in 1993.) Am I dead or alive? A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A old poem found. Written 1987.                               Am I dead or alive? Describe emotion.Describe love.Describe… Continue reading

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First love…

First love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Written in 1978. When youth was my advantage.   First love A sweet and beautiful smile opening the door to conversation.The first taste of the sweet kiss.Two hands… Continue reading

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Angela…

(My Big Sur in 1994. Near the River Inn. Big Sur, blessed by the hands of God.) Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull… Continue reading

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The song of the seasons…

(My children. I adopted into my life in 1996. Now strong and wise. I have nine grandchildren. We must set the example for our children. Be kind, lead with concern and listen.) The… Continue reading

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California dreaming..

California dreaming.. My first true love was the sea. Always willing to welcome me back and she was willing to listen to the quiet poet. I miss the Pacific and I hope. To… 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.                            The whiskey and the beer… A whiskey and a beer was the song we sang to… Continue reading

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So beautiful…

So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old poetry. Good dreams.  So Beautiful…                                     (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful  as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading

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If I was the king of the forest…

IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old memories and old dreams.                         If I was the King of the Forest… American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud… Continue reading

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Only love can hurt like this…

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The Gypsy moon…

The Gypsy moon.. 1- Please listen to the song of nature, she is bleeding, she is dying. Mother Earth, giver of the water, giver of the plants and the giver of the clean… Continue reading

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