Tag Archive: Literature

The flight of love

The flight of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is very tender. We must walk softly upon the premises of how love need reminders. Forgotten and undeclared love can fade away to… Continue reading

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What is real, my friend?

What is real, my friend? (Our leader is threatening war. He don’t understand this world. Old countries want face to face talks.  Every place in this world is different in customs. Real leaders… Continue reading

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Utopia of the pen and the paper

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                               Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading

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The man with the sad eyes

(The book is done. Now to edit. Please assist. Is this tale worthwhile?) The man with the sad eyes A Story by Coyote Poetry A book needing to be written.                           The man… Continue reading

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Show me the way to love

              Show me the way to love I found her sitting alone on a Friday night. Sipping a rum and coke. I requested to sit with her.… Continue reading

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Measure and weight

Measure and weight                         A Poem by Coyote Poetry What make us feel human and alive? I believe it is the love… Continue reading

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A dance with Death

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind.                            … Continue reading

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Give and take

Give and take A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is a two-way street. Must give to receive.         Give and take Pretty woman spoke of love and hate in the same sentence. I… Continue reading

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Martin Luther King Jr. dreams and hope must be kept alive

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=UK8Z3i3aTq4#t=0 Dreams don’t die. Can be heard by wise people in the gentle wind and never forgotten. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow war to blind us from peace. Guns and hate… Continue reading

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The value of memories

        The value of memories I was asked by a desperate man. “Why do I live? If I wasn’t born. Would it matter?”   I told him the story I… Continue reading

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