One of my older poems-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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-Truth or dare
Truth or dare A Poem by Coyote Poetry Take no chances. Have no adventures. Truth or dare Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win. I do like the game… Continue reading
_The hills and the Apache
The hills and the Apache A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem when I was seeking who I was. Written in 1992. The hills and the Apache I had a bottle… Continue reading
My father- A proud man born in Mexico
(My father like many Mexicans. Fought for freedom in the Korea war . My illegal Grandfather served in World War two and a white Captain ensure he received his citizenship. Look at the… Continue reading
Freedom does cost-At peace at last
At peace at last (Sergeant Major told me once. Take care of the soldiers. No race or religion when men gather for the cause of peace. Peace is missed. When is losts.) A… Continue reading
Pay attention and listen. This is our world.
The whore bath (Truth or lies? Men who say hateful things are hateful men.) or A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must think and make wise decisions. The whore bath Large shining… Continue reading
-Mystical places
Mystical places A Poem by Coyote Poetry First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever. Mystical places… Continue reading
Chelsea hotel
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry -I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark… Continue reading
Please break me
Please break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful. Break me… Continue reading
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Secret love and hidden memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Someone today told me. Write a new poem. Here it is. Secret love and hidden memory. I saw her face today. Made… Continue reading