Tag Archive: Poem

The human touch…

The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show… Continue reading

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If I knew….

If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness.    If I knew…  If I knew. I would of … Continue reading

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Gyspy soul… And a beautiful Ayla song…

 Gypsy soul…   Once,  I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once,  I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We… Continue reading

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We must be like the river…

We must be, like a river….. (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.” —-John Dryden) I told the… Continue reading

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Be kind to each other….

Be kind to each other—— Sober men can’t write the truth, godless men can’t see heaven. Liquor voice, does not seek salvation, only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like… Continue reading

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I need a Spring time kiss…

I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Remembering, maybe?  I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love… I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love.… Continue reading

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Some mini-poetry and a great song…

Prettiest gal I ever known walked to the door, dead bolted the door tightly, and she whispered. Sometimes, you cannot run. ————————————————————————————- I didn’t know true love till she touched my feet. She… Continue reading

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Catch me, if I fall…

My grandfather told me often. “Never leave with anger and negative words to someone you love. Better to hold silence if you are angry and tell them. I love you and I need… Continue reading

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Almost to California…

 Almost to California…. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She was waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading

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What will be left…

What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We need to show concern for Nature. Before she disappears. We must kind to nature and kind to each other.   What will be left? I… Continue reading

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