Tag Archive: poetry

Rebirth

Rebirth A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people desire a rebirth in new places. I wonder do we change?   Rebirth… Old Johnnie drinking the cheap Honduras rum. Told the two pretty Honduras… Continue reading

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Rear-end of a so-call love.

Rear-end of a so-call love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime little is better than none.  Rear-end of a so-call love. She poured the tequila. Told me I’m the only one. I whispered.… Continue reading

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Expand and multiply

Expand and multiply A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise tale. Old man with a heavy load was asked. Why did he carry so much? He smiled and told them. Life expands and… Continue reading

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The words 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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Lessons engraved into the mind and heart.

Lessons engraved into the mind and heart. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is learning to be wiser and kinder.                                 Lessons engraved into the mind and the heart. The hollow hour leave… Continue reading

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Midnight Rendezvous

                          Midnight rendezvous Woman are gifts to wise men.A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is more wonderful… Continue reading

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Beautiful Laura sat by the sea

Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten.                         Beautiful Laura sat by the sea.. I sat in a field of wildflowers. The… Continue reading

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The Gypsy dance

                                  The Gypsy dance. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to know freedom and understand the dance… Continue reading

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When comes a stranger

When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death comes when she desired.                              Death come when he desires. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a… Continue reading

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Spin the bottle.

Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.                    Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. Told me. “Damn if you… Continue reading

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