Tag Archive: Poet

“Sweet pleasure and rare delight”

Sweet pleasure and rare delight. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights Sweet pleasure, rare delights. Some dreams should not be touched. They burn… Continue reading

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She serene me

She serene me with the sweet words of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words of love leave us weak and needing more.                                 She serene me with the sweet words of love… Continue reading

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“The poet”

The Poet A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be the word man. Good for the heart and soul to release thoughts to paper and pen.                         The Poet Many moons ago in… Continue reading

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Monterey

Monterey A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part one. The letters.                                Monterey The letters Dear Beth I roamed your Facebook site. You are still so beautiful. I told you  I was okay. I… Continue reading

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“I saw a face”

I saw a face A Poem by Coyote Poetry An old poem with a re-write. I saw a face I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face. The face brought… Continue reading

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“A dance with death”

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind.                     ———————————————————————————————————————————————————- A dance with… Continue reading

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“Deeper and deeper we shall fall”

Deeper and deeper we shall fall A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real proof of love. Holding on tighter in the bad days and celebrating the good days together                             Deeper and deeper we… Continue reading

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Heart on fire

Heart on fire A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Heart on fire My faithful heart had learned once again. Love was near and so damn sweet. Once we held a captive love… Continue reading

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My Ojibwa Grandmother chant

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.                                      Ojibwa… Continue reading

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“She wore flowers in her hair”

She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time.                        She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost… Continue reading

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