Tag Archive: poetry

A solace and a blessing.

A solace and a blessing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A young man poem. When love was your only purpose. Best days of a life. A solace and a blessing. The good cognac… Continue reading

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Everybody knows

Everybody knows A Poem by Coyote Poetry I awoke pissed off today. Then my Poet of music Leonard Cohen set me off to describe my emotion.    (I borrow a few lines from… Continue reading

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The brown eyes girl

                  The brown eyes girl   A Poem by Coyote Poetry   Some woman make you wish you were young and free again. They bring… Continue reading

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Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and embrace

              Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and embrace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Best days of a life. When love is being born.                                Sanctuaries of the… 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… Continue reading

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Worn and torn love

Worn and torn love Written on 8 April 1985(For Angela. A lost and confused young lady. I tries to pick her up and show her life was  okay. I hope she found peace?)… Continue reading

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The stormy sea

The Stormy Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry When dreams die. We have no reason or purpose. Need to keep hope and love alive. The stormy sea The beauty of the Monterey bay.… Continue reading

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Flesh and bones.

Flesh and bones A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be lived. Need to celebrate being alive.               Flesh and bones (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated.… Continue reading

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Russian roulette

Russian roulette A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is taking chances. We will fall many times. If we are lucky. We will know peace one day.                                   Russian roulette Beautiful young women dances… Continue reading

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In Monterey

In Monterey   A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can try to escape. Sooner or later the memories will catch up with us.                       In Monterey I called you to tell you… Continue reading

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