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I hope I make it till the Spring.

I hope I make it till the Spring… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important after second brother committed suicide in 1989. I learn to be kind to… Continue reading →

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Merry Christmas and you can’t wait till life isn’t hard anymore.

Nightbirde… I have been listening to a brave young woman, Nightbirde. She is so beautiful, her eyes glows with joy and she moved so gently. She stole my mind and my heart. Music… Continue reading →

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I followed you and you followed me..

 I followed you and you followed me… I was following you and you were following me. And we did not know. She was a beauty of splendor who aspired to challenge the sea,… Continue reading →

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I hate you, I love you.

I hate you / I love you… I try to escape you. I try to flee your memory. I repeat secret words in hidden places in my mind. I hate you, I love… Continue reading →

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A penny for your thoughts..

A penny for your thoughts… 1- Once a pretty Michigan girl told me. A penny for your thoughts, thank you for remembering my name, thank you for holding my hands and  thank you… Continue reading →

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You are my poetry..

You are my poetry.. Forlorn love, treasured memories.You used to read poetry to me by the candle light.You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we undressed with… Continue reading →

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The road called me..

The road called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road.”                                  The road called me.. I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow I got lost.… Continue reading →

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We are just flesh and bones..

We are just flesh and bones A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be lived. Need to celebrate being alive.” We are flesh and bones.. (Need a positive poem. Life is to be… Continue reading →

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Hands of stone..

Hands of stone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of stone, soft and tender to the people we love and care for. We must make time for the family. Be kind… Continue reading →

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Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart..

Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart…. She was so damn pretty and she moved through life like a panther in the free forest on the hunt.Her eyes were black as coal and her… Continue reading →

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