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Two poems. By a ancient poet and myself..

(A WW2 graveyard near Paris.) Two poems. By a ancient Poet and a live one. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I love the old Poets. Some died before they had the chance to do… Continue reading

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Am I dead or alive?

(Johnnie in the fault line of California in 1993.) Am I dead or alive? A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A old poem found. Written 1987.                               Am I dead or alive? Describe emotion.Describe love.Describe… Continue reading

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First love…

First love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Written in 1978. When youth was my advantage.   First love A sweet and beautiful smile opening the door to conversation.The first taste of the sweet kiss.Two hands… Continue reading

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Angela…

(My Big Sur in 1994. Near the River Inn. Big Sur, blessed by the hands of God.) Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull… Continue reading

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The song of the seasons…

(My children. I adopted into my life in 1996. Now strong and wise. I have nine grandchildren. We must set the example for our children. Be kind, lead with concern and listen.) The… Continue reading

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California dreaming..

California dreaming.. My first true love was the sea. Always willing to welcome me back and she was willing to listen to the quiet poet. I miss the Pacific and I hope. To… Continue reading

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The whiskey and the beer…

The whiskey and the beer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Easy to hide in the wrong things.                            The whiskey and the beer… A whiskey and a beer was the song we sang to… Continue reading

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So beautiful…

So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old poetry. Good dreams.  So Beautiful…                                     (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful  as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading

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If I was the king of the forest…

IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old memories and old dreams.                         If I was the King of the Forest… American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud… Continue reading

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Only love can hurt like this…

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