Tag Archive: poetry

Don’t look for things you don’t want to find.

Don’t look for things you don’t want to find. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen nonfiction feel like fiction. You have seen too much.                                 Don’t look for things you don’t want to find….. Old… Continue reading

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Poetry for the Pacific Ocean.

Poetry for the Pacific Ocean. I love to hear the orchestra of the Pacific Ocean.. The choir of the moving water,  the hymn of the crashing waves and if we listen, maybe we can… Continue reading

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Listen, remember and learn.

 Listen, remember and learn                                              1- Listen I love the misty mornings,… Continue reading

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Brother Sun, Sister Peace. And a wonderful song.

Brother Sun, Sister moon. 1- I taught my grandchildren, the world is colorless. We must be kind and befriend people. The world is large enough for everyone. 2- Jesus was a immigrant, USA… Continue reading

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Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. My friend told me. Be careful Johnnie. She is a feral cat. Can’t tame or keep in the house. She had ginger hair and eyes… Continue reading

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The poet’s wisp.

The poet’s wisp… The pretty Texas gal asked me. You are here every Friday and Saturday morning by the Austin River sitting alone. Reading your books and writing into your journal. You read yearly… Continue reading

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Holy as love.

A moment, of forever….                      “Holy as love… You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle.We found a safe place to keep warm, we… Continue reading

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Riders on the storm, we are. Old thoughts, same world.

Riders on the storm… “Bad dream again, anger blasting my thoughts. Mad men killing and I don’t understand.15-year girl, Leila Hernandez, covered and protected her brother body and she was killed. A mother,… Continue reading

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The black night and the shadows dancing.

The black night and the shadows dancing. A long time ago in the late-night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly summer festival was alive and well.… Continue reading

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The sinner’s prayer. And an amazing Beth Hart song.

The sinner’s prayer. I knew every tavern on Highway 35 in Texas. I drank a beer and some whiskey in almost everyone. Those Texas girls loved me. I could two-step and waltz till… Continue reading

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