Tag Archive: poetry

Daniela

Daniela My world, was wild and fast moving. I was running away from ghosts and moving too fast, trying to defeat the wind of time. Then I saw a miracle, her eyes of… Continue reading

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Wildest dream

 Wildest dreams (Written in March 1980)   Time had passed, old wounds are healed. The sorrow, doesn’t bleed no-more.   Now the time, to be brave, to learn to live again. Find my… Continue reading

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Do for love…

 Do for love Pretty words, long dances into the midnight hours, tasty kisses and warm embrace is what you are to me. Once we believe in nothing and today. You and I. Believe… Continue reading

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Ly O Lay Ale Loya (The circle dance)

Ly O Lay Ale Loya (Circle Dance) (The world is fighting a common enemy. This sickness touched the four corners of our world. I hope our leaders learn. One people and one earth.… Continue reading

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“Looking for Hemingway”

Looking for Hemingway     It is happy hour at the Monterey wharf, I was looking for Earnest Hemingway. I ordered two double shots of Irish whiskey. I put one in front of… Continue reading

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Listen, remember and learn…

  Listen, remember and learn ——————————————–                                              Listen I love the misty… Continue reading

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Folly…

Folly A Poem by Coyote Poetry A re-rewrite Folly       Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost.… Continue reading

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Angel dancing, too close to earth…

Angel dancing, too close to earth. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Beautiful song.                                   Angels dancing,… Continue reading

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All the way

  All the way Don’t give in, don’t give-up. If you dream. Dream big. Life is our’s to test. We must test life, love many and see the beauty of our world. Find the… Continue reading

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Alone

 Alone Once my home filled with voices and noise. Now the house is quiet. The streets are empty, the grandchildren are locked in their room with their mama. The parks are closed, few… Continue reading

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