Tag Archive: poetry

Just men

Just men A Poem by Coyote Poetry In 1978. I’m at a German Guesthaus. Drinking with a Russian soldier, A German Soldier and me.                  … Continue reading →

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You are always on my mind

You are always on my mind. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love may be gone. The tattoos of love will always be with us You will always be on my mind The splendor… Continue reading →

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Show me the way to love

Show me the way to love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Opening of love should be slow and easy. Good things take times and patience.   Show me the way to love Kind… Continue reading →

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She had wildflowers in her hair

She had wildflowers in her hair A Poem by Coyote Poetry Haunting story and memories can feel like someone else had lived it. Sometime all we have is wildflowers dreams to hold on… 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… Continue reading →

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Don’t ask for less

Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote Poetry In life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached.                                 Don’t ask for less Echos of memories and… Continue reading →

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Ojibwa Grandmother chant

Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life.                                      Ojibwa… Continue reading →

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In your eyes

In your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can feel like kings or paupers when a woman bless you with love and kindness.            In your eyes In your eyes. I’m everything,… Continue reading →

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Relish and relinquish

Relish and relinquish A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is long and we must know what hold on to.                             Relish… Continue reading →

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Show me the way to love

              Show me the way to love I found her sitting alone on a Friday night. Sipping a rum and coke. I requested to sit with her.… Continue reading →

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