Tag Archive: Family

Mother and child

                                                   A mother’s tears,        “Mother and child”   There is nothing as beautiful as a mother and a child.… Continue reading

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USA teaches the youth death before love. “Killer on the road.”

Killer on the road         A Poem by Coyote Poetry What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will always stay with us. Young men and woman… Continue reading

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A story. Old Soldier

Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had seen and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You… Continue reading

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Bounded love.

                        Bounded love. Till my last breath.   The moment I held you. Sweet child of mercy.   You brought hope to… Continue reading

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Highway 80 west stories. Part four. Salt Lake city, Utah

Highway 80 west stories. Part four. Salt Lake city, Utah A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Long ride and the long highway allow us to learn. We are not alone.                                 Highway 80 west… Continue reading

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Love conquered all

Love conquered all A Poem by Coyote Poetry Must know love and kindness to know joy and happiness. Love conquered all Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace and the… Continue reading

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The walls and the damn mirrors

The walls and the damn mirrors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors                            The walls and the damn mirrors My father… Continue reading

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Mother didn’t blink

                    (Woman are our grandmothers, sisters, daughters and wife. We cannot accept abuse. Must be stopped as soon as possible.) Mother didn’t blink A… Continue reading

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The canvas of love

The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great… Continue reading

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Souvenirs

Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age.                    Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big Surf. Sea shells from… Continue reading

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