Tag Archive: John Coyote

‘My Grandfather house’

My Grandfather house   (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following… Continue reading

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‘The coyote song’

The coyote song A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be free to learn and dream. If we get lock in a cage. We are just waiting for death.   The coyote… Continue reading

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‘The easy days and the good days.

The easy days and the good days. On a cold days in the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote your name in the snow. Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer. I love you. I… Continue reading

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‘Peace will come, even if, only by one’

Peace will come, even if, only by one. Old man sat by the sea. He whispered a prayer. An old prayer repeated often in his lifetime. “Please God of the sea, please god… Continue reading

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The Water, the Sky and the Earth. chapter 9-14

The Water, Sky and the Earth. Chapter 10. Road trip with Morningstar. “In my lifetime. I met people who held power. I was amazed at their knowledge. Sometime warning come when you don’t… Continue reading

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The first time I saw your face’

The first time I saw your face I found lonely road and Godless heart. I was seeking good death and I was a leftover life waiting for no-one and nothing. I was roaming… Continue reading

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Wild horses- Chapter two

Wild horses- Chapter two A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter Wild horse- part two Johnnie ordered some more wine. He asked for some Ambrosia wine. The waitress smiled and she told… Continue reading

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‘The tango’

The tango   Legs touching legs, body touching body and face touching face. two body connected in the song. You are my temptation, my Beatrice. We allow the Paris nights to show us… Continue reading

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‘Painted memories’

Painted memories My lovely Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth. I have so many canvases of us. You and I. Mirror reflections finding proper place. I have told the midnight hour , I  need the… Continue reading

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‘Tango lullaby’

Tango lullaby Loving lady is waiting for me. Her black tight dress covering up little. Allowing her long tan legs to tempt my visions when I arrived at the night club. She had… Continue reading

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