Tag Archive: Poem

Short poetry for war…

1- What is left? The dead will not rise.War steal the best from us.Who remember the people in the mass graves? 2- Children cry, Soldiers die.. Old friend, you were killed in Iraq.So… Continue reading

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The dance of sweet dreams and my nightmares…

Dance of sweet dreams and nightmares. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I’m old today. The people who accept war as norm. Will they accept their children dying for religion and hate?                            The dance… Continue reading

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The fragrance of time…

The fragrance of time… We cannot stop time. Youth run away from us so quickly. We must have a Gypsy soul. We must know wonder-lust, we must kiss many pretty ladies and we… Continue reading

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In your eyes…

In your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can feel like kings or paupers when a woman bless you with love and kindness.             In your eyes… In your eyes.I’m everything,the sun and… Continue reading

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My Ojibwa Grandmother chant…

My Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life.                                       My… Continue reading

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Dear beautiful Duffy and some mini-poetry.

Mercy.. 1- She was so fine, she was so sweet. Prettiest Texas gal in Belton asked me for a dance. I told her, yes ma. She took my hands and we went to… Continue reading

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Let it be…

Let it be… Old man sitting alone.                Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove.                You can see the Pacific ocean forever.                Miles of the beautiful and powerful sea.                He write words… 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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Bir Sur a-dreaming…

Big Sur a-dreaming… A un-mark road with a small sign will lead you to a hidden beach on Highway 2. A small path will lead you to paradise, a beach not safe for swimming.… Continue reading

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Two out of three, isn’t bad…

Two out of three, isn’t bad… I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave him… Continue reading

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