Tag Archive: Writing

Please read, read and read some more.

Write, write and write some more. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?”                             … Continue reading

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Blindfolded and weightless.

I watched your tone, and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and tender thighs. Make… Continue reading

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Sleepless nights.

Sleepless nights. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone… Continue reading

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Parable of Celia.

Parable of Celia. She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. She was wearing a sundress of white showing soft and… Continue reading

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The sea is near.

The sea is near “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But thereoff in the end despondency and madness”- Wordsworth “Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’ver, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep… Continue reading

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We lie, we died and we still wanted more.

We lie, we died and we still wanted you…. We lay in a bed of mercy, you and I, we bleed-out all the kindness we once knew. You told me often, my soldier,… Continue reading

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Ojibwa grandmother chants.

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 Grandmother… Continue reading

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I need a Springtime kiss, a summer love.

I need a Springtime kiss, a summer love. I need a Springtime kiss, a summer love.I wonder if love was ever real for me.I asked the rising moon, my dearest love, I remember… Continue reading

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Mojo a-coming.

Mojo a-coming…  I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead? The damn war taught me; Johnnie… Continue reading

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Ghost and shadows. Chapter one.

Ghost and shadows. Chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryLife is accepting life as-is. Maybe we have enough. Ghost and shadows- chapter one.  Beautiful Tanya waited patiently with the kind morning sun upon her… Continue reading

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