Tag Archive: Poet

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I remember you..

I remember you.. The summer days were long andthe splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot days.Thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of Monterey… Continue reading →

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We must slow down my darling and a beautiful IMANY song.

We must slow down my darling… Drunkest poet, drunkest soldier in Austin, Texas. He wrote to a journal.“Nothing is lost,nothing is gain,we will back step,we will fall forward and we will get up.This is… Continue reading →

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Time will steal everything we have known and what we loved..

1- Time will steal everything we have known and what we loved. We will grow old and we will forget, once we danced, once we loved to sing and  once, we adored love. … Continue reading →

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War, love and memories..

Five short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Just words.                                 War..The war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out by war.No-one won.                                 Miss you..I’m missing you.I whispered… Continue reading →

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Please read and share. Better to fight then laid down and wait for the enemy at the door.

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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 where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to come.I wonder what… Continue reading →

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A good day to be alive my friend..

A good day to be alive my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Each day is a opportunity to do something good.   A good day to be alive my friend..                           (Can you… Continue reading →

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Sad brown eyes..

Sad brown eyes.. A brown eye angel is crying in our bedroom for me. In a turmoil of a kind love. A paradise of burning emotion. You can create a strange prison. I… Continue reading →

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A solace and a blessing..

A solace and a blessing. .    . The good cognac and German wines kept me in my woeful and  tranquil state. I was lost, fainthearted and raging mad at life. Death and dreams were… Continue reading →

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A Robert Frost verbal poem and three poems.

“I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals and… Continue reading →

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