Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Hanging with George Jones and some poetry.

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We laughed, we danced and we celebrated being alive..

We laughed, we danced and we celebrated being alive. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  For sweet Brigitte. I was lucky to be saved by a kind heart.                        We laughed, we danced and we… Continue reading →

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Dangerous places and beautiful faces..

Dangerous places and beautiful faces. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  It is good to walk upon the edge.                           Dangerous places and beautiful faces.. Dangerous places and secret rendezvous.To swim in uncontrolled passion and… Continue reading →

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The tarots cards..

The tarot cards A Story by Coyote Poetry  We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet.                        The tarot cards.. I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road… Continue reading →

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Love didn’t break my heart. Life did.

Love didn’t break my heart. Life did. A Poem by Coyote Poetry                          Love didn’t break my heart. Life did.. He told the… Continue reading →

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Bless, be the one, who is surrounded by love..

Bless, be the one, who is surrounded by love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  For my father Jack.  Bless, be the one, who is surrounded by love. —————————————————————– The greatest man I ever knew,… Continue reading →

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Whispers in the dark..

Whispers in the dark A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Things never touched can haunt us more than what was done.                           Whispers in the dark.. I lay on cold sheets not wanting the warmth… Continue reading →

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No more goodbyes..

No more goodbyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We will learn and know too many goodbyes in our life.                                 No more goodbyes.. I caressed her auburn hair. Wrapped my arms around her. I… Continue reading →

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Flesh and bones..

 Flesh and bones (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.) I fell from the top of the mountain. I stood with so many victories. I realized… Continue reading →

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Young men dream and old men wish..

Young men dream and old men wish. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Age make us kinder and wiser. Must fall down many times to appreciate life.                           Young men dream and old men wish…… Continue reading →

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