Tag Archive: Online Writing

Grandmother hope and wishes…

Grandmother hope and wishes. A Poem by Coyote PoetryI lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to know freedom.      … Continue reading

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Fable love…

 Fable love… I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading

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Beautiful Journey….

Beautiful journey. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA wise person ensure they take the good road.                     Beautiful journey…. A thousand roads to choose.We can ride into darkness without fear of the consequences ortake the… Continue reading

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My Winter love…

My Winter love A Poem by Coyote PoetryCold days seem to bring people closer. My winter love…. I whispered your sweet name.My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory. I dreamed of… Continue reading

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The animal….

The animal. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWho is the real loser in a war? Is there a winner? (Germany death camp 1945.) Men of hate keep a-coming. Who will stop them? If we don’t… Continue reading

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The willow tree….

The willow trees….. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can.The bright-eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to you by… Continue reading

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Only you….

Only you A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld poetry for love                                Only you… I drank in the beauty of river clear blue eyes. I watched you dance on the almost empty beach freely and… Continue reading

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I try to remember….

I try to remember A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld poetry with a re-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014                         I try to remember… I tried to remember the curves of your body.  Us blindfolded … Continue reading

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Quiet echos and secluded places..

Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe will hold many penances for things done and missed.                                Quiet echos and secluded places… The coffee shop poet told the young listener.Great oceans… Continue reading

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We are born to live…

We are born to live A Poem by Coyote PoetryA new day, a new opportunity                                   We are born… Continue reading

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