Tag Archive: Online Writing

Dead ends…

(My daughter and my friend daughter. He was killed in August 2004 in Iraq.) Dead ends A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it… Continue reading

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Sins of our father…

(My father in 1996. He died two months later.) Sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.  Father’s eyes and anger…. Is my… Continue reading

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Need a vacation- Never been to Spain…

Never been to Spain… Oldest and saddest man on the block had spread out his world map. He touches the country Spain, and he told the clouds. I never been to Spain. I… Continue reading

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Hide and seek…

Hide and seek…. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Be careful what you seek.” Hide and seek… Once we were brave, once we were unafraid of the ending, once we loved the beginning. I found… Continue reading

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We danced for the stars…

We danced for the stars … Was a Texas hot Summer night and you wore your black dress and dancing shoes.  I was drinking the Long Island teas since 6 pm and you arrived… Continue reading

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The unknown story…

  The untold story… I have wore a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. Once a celestial beauty, we… Continue reading

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My eyes adored you…

My eyes adored you… I learn we are made of places and pieces. We are a puzzle being built slowly by time and memories. Old men think too much and the what if?… Continue reading

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Dear Coco- where have you gone? A letter.

A love letter… (I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seem to be at-ease when the sun and… Continue reading

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Sheena, my Bonnie gal.

 Sheena, my Bonnie gal. I found the prettiest girl I ever seen on a cold Winter day in 1978. She had auburn hair, golden brown eyes and the skin of snow. I told… Continue reading

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I ain’t marching no-more…

We don’t want to fight no-more….. Once brave boy believed war would save our world. The brave boy became a man. He fought for a Government who would forget him after the battles… Continue reading

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