Tag Archive: life

Dear Daniela.

Dear Daniela.. Dear Daniela. I have lived and died for love. I have learn to accept less and I became the street poet. I found her waiting for me in Santa Cruz. She… Continue reading →

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The blue dress…

The blue dress.. I found you sitting alone at your family party. Your once fiery hazel eyes, grey with sadness. I asked you. How are your dear Belinda? You are still so beautiful.… Continue reading →

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My small books of thoughts..

 My small books of thoughts.. What will I leave? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days of joy and happiness. Did I leave healthy soil where I stood and… Continue reading →

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Sins of our father..

Sins of our father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.  Father’s eyes and anger… Is my Father’s eyes and anger.Are they mine now? I… Continue reading →

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The stone face man..

The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to hear them anyway.                               The stone face man.. In old New Orleans 1993. I found… Continue reading →

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Can we survive crazy? Three little poems..

1- I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals… Continue reading →

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Bare and true..

Bare and true A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Few times in a life. We open up to another and show them the real person.     Bare and true… She was a noble beauty and … Continue reading →

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The lake songs..

I told her. I apology sweet Alison. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my journals, my pen… Continue reading →

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The irony of a love tale. Maybe love, maybe not..

The irony of  a love tale. Maybe love, maybe not?  She told me. The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me, Fickle I am, fickle I was. I… Continue reading →

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Two steps from hell. Secret Melody..

Two steps from hell- A secret melody.. He told the pretty British girl in the city of London. There is consequences for every action, we do. The fatality of youth, we believe. We… Continue reading →

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