Tag Archive: Poem

Show me, where it hurts..

 Show me, where it hurts… One-  She was a earth angel, she had a raging spirit and she loved the sea, the deep forest. She weaved safe place for me with the beach… Continue reading

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I could not ask for more..

I could not ask for more.. I told my grandchildren, choose the road you love, dance, sing and be fearless. I learn many moons ago, I had enough and I told the rising… Continue reading

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21 September, the first day of the Fall. And a poem/song.

One. Just photos in a book, just beautiful faces missed. Just kind voices heard in my dreams now. Beautiful hearts missed. Two.. Swirl me in your mind, my kind lover. Make me believe,… Continue reading

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Beautiful faces and passionate kisses..

Beautiful faces and passionate kisses. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Good to be young in heart. Willing to rebirth love and desire everyday of a life.                      Beautiful faces and passionate kisses.. When the… Continue reading

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An empty book..

An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter.                                   An empty book. An empty book is a lonely story.The… Continue reading

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Angela..

Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight.              Angela.. Her beauty had lessen with time.The circle of darkness surrounded… Continue reading

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My last stand will be in New York City..

My last stand will be in New York City… I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench in Central Park where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin,whispering stories of things to… Continue reading

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Big Sur, a-dreaming..

Big Sur a-dreaming. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I need a trip. You are invited. Most beautiful and peaceful place. Big Sur, Ca.                      Big Sur a-dreaming… A un-mark road with a small sign will… Continue reading

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The song of the seasons…

A Story by Coyote Poetry  A Native American tale.                                  The song of fall.. Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature… Continue reading

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My dearest love, where did you go?

My dearest love, where did you go? One I found you and you found me. We loved Monterey and we were sea-dancers. We drank the tequila by the light of the moon and… Continue reading

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