Tag Archive: poetry

The human touch.

The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and… Continue reading

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The word man.

The word man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return. Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry… Continue reading

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My siren

My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.                      My Siren The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for… Continue reading

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It is alright my friend. Karma is a fair judge.

        It is alright my friend. Karma is a fair judge. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need peace and calm. Need to put away the anger.                            It is… Continue reading

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The damn road

The damn road A Poem by Coyote Poetry The road can tempt a man to escape even in the heat of paradise. The damn road   It was a  cold winter day in… Continue reading

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I hope I make it till the Spring.

I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family. Silence is better… Continue reading

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Little boy blue.

Little boy blue. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When a child fall down. Someone must pick them up or they could be lost forever.                               Little boy blue Little boy blue lost in… Continue reading

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She is still my sweet dream.

                          She is still my sweet dream. (I knew life was unfair. Few times in a life you meet someone. Who set… Continue reading

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Souvenirs

                                                                                                                     Grandparent                                                    Grandparent. Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age.                    Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big… Continue reading

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I remember you.

                                               The coastline of Monterey. I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.   I remember… Continue reading

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