Tag Archive: Poem

Look at me. See me.’

Look at me. See me.   “President Trump pledged to keep the United States at the “top of the pack” in terms of nuclear weapons, expanding the nation’s nuclear arsenal if necessary and… Continue reading

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Happy Father’s day- For my Grandfather

For Grandpa A Poem by Coyote Poetry   Happy father’s day   For Grandpa (Written for my Grandfather in June of 1980. Was posted in his kitchen till his death.) Time had surpass.… Continue reading

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‘My earth, our earth- A prayer

My earth, our earth–A prayer   Dear Goddess of the morning sun. Thank you for the splendor of the new day. Thank you for the gifts of open and free valleys, the towering… Continue reading

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‘Delicate wings’

Delicate wings (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people are more tender than others)   Delicate wings   Beautiful Liz, she allowed me in. Her word and beauty memorized me. Woman who strip… Continue reading

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Happy Father day- Like father

Like father.   A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Blood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face.  Living life taught me. Being a father is great responsibility. With age,… Continue reading

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‘Something shouldn’t be beheld or touched’

(Thank you Mahafsoun for the photo)   Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched   You have taunted my dreams and made me wish for sordid and frenzy nights, captured in your embrace. I want… Continue reading

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Some poetry

Unforgettable I found you waiting, holding flowers of blue. I watched you pondering life and possibility. Your eyes rose up and you asked me. Was I okay? I told you. I create an… Continue reading

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Keep you’

Keep you   I remember the day you saved me. Your gentle eyes of hazel green saw me and you caressed my face with your soft hands and you whispered. “Been too long… Continue reading

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‘The waltz of the angels’

The waltz of the Angels   I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming, sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a… Continue reading

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‘He remembered love’

He remembered love   Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the biking path, her eyes of sea-water blue and her soft smile lost in kind… Continue reading

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