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Truth or dare..

Truth or dare A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Take no chances. Have no adventures.                                    Truth or dare.. Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth… Continue reading →

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Big Sur a-dreaming..

Big Sur a-dreaming… A un-mark road with a small sign will lead you to a hidden beach on Highway 2. A small path will lead you to paradise, a beach not safe for swimming.… Continue reading →

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Love is a careless child..

Love is a careless child.. Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the fearless man. His boldness lacked the confident of his youth. He had learn… Continue reading →

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Lady Mischief..

Lady mischief… The Coyote told the falling Sun, the rising moon. I need less hard days, I need more easy day, cooler nights. I want deep and soulful jazz, the long river near… Continue reading →

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A poet’s love and a beautiful Lorde song.

“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.” Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike  Everett “If a… Continue reading →

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My Ojibwa Grandma hope and wishes

I believe she wanted the old memories dead and forgotten.She lived for us children and her son. I had to go out west. Find kind elders to show me the right path.They showed… Continue reading →

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If I was the king of the forest..

IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old memories and old dreams.                         If I was the King of the Forest.. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud… Continue reading →

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Dearest Cheryl..

Dearest Cheryl.. She was a creature of the night. Her eyes were wild and filled with wonders, like a clear night with the stars dancing above. She reverend love and love did not… Continue reading →

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I hope, I don’t fall in love with you.

I hope, I don’t fall in love with you.. I found her sitting alone on the sand at the Seaside beach. You held your whiskey tightly and you wanted to be alone. I… Continue reading →

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My Fabiola..

My Fabiola.. (Now nothing remains the same)  Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your… Continue reading →

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