Tag Archive: Poem

Happy Mother day and a poem…

 A mother tears… She was a beauty. My mother was 5 foot 8 inches in height. She was a  slim young lady with dreams and hope. She didn’t listen to her parent. She… Continue reading

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Walking with giants- number three…

Walking with giants- number three… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  May poetry number seven. I was dream writing again. I hope you enjoy.  Walking with giants- number three… I re-joined the Army in 1991… Continue reading

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Walking with giants- number two…

Walking with giants- number two.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  May poetry number six. I was writing poetry in my dreams. I hope you enjoy.  Walking with giants- number two… I am sixty-three years… Continue reading

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Walking with giants- number one…

Walking with giants- number one… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  May poetry number five… I wrote poetry in my dreams. I hope you enjoy.                     … Continue reading

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Misty eyes…

Misty eyes… You bathe me with your hazel eyes, we have hot coffee, early morning, the sun rising from the east. I tell you, let’s slow down this day, great haste make us… Continue reading

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If I had magic…

    If I had magic Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy place.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to… Continue reading

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You are my poetry…

You are my poetry…. Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading

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A thousand kisses deep… part three

  A thousand kisses deep… The doors are locked and window block by the satin curtains.We infuse our bodies freely and wildly.We tossed the silk sheets upon the cold floor. We are sharing sweet… Continue reading

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Broken promise and forgotten places…

A Poem by Coyote Poetry” A wise man accept responsibility for his actions. “Broken promises and lost places… I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in wildflowers fields and love was to… Continue reading

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Morning glory…

Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near.                                 Morning glory… The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading

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