Tag Archive: Death

No tears at my farewell.

No tears at my farewell A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Enjoy life. Take every opportunity to tell someone you love them. No tears at my farewell.. When my body becomes tired The blood… Continue reading

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A good day to be alive my friend.

A good day to be alive my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Each day is a opportunity to do something good.   A good day to be alive my friend (Can you… Continue reading

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Dreams, wishes and reality.

Dreams, wishes and reality. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Looking back in time. We realize we had a good life. Dreams, wishes and reality. Best days in a life are simple and free.… Continue reading

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Sweet pleasures and rare delights.

          Sweet pleasure and rare delights   Some dreams should not be touched. They burn the heart till death allows you to depart. Beautiful woman dance in my memory.… Continue reading

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Coyote spirit

Coyote spirit A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left. Coyote spirit (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and… Continue reading

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The karma of love.

The karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we are young. We waste the gift of love.      The Karma of Love Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the… Continue reading

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The human touch.

The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and… Continue reading

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“I love you forever and a day.”

“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Become better with time.   ” I will love you forever… Continue reading

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In heaven and hell with one sweet kiss.

In heaven and hell in one sweet kiss. A Story by Coyote Poetry Disappointment in love are lessons to prepare us for true love.                      In heaven and hell with one sweet kiss.… Continue reading

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I hope I make it till the Spring.

(I lost two brother’s to suicide 1987-1988.  I learn to be kinder and hold silence when anger appear. I keep a wide open door for family today. Sometimes we learn too late to… Continue reading

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