Monthly Archive: October, 2012

My beautiful Daniela

My beautiful Daniela A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sweet memories of youth. My beautiful Daniela. My world was wild and crazy. I’m slow down by a look of beauty and softness. Her blue… 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 woman. I tries to pick her up and show her life was OK. I hope she found… Continue reading

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You have saved me.

You have saved me A Poem by Coyote Poetry For the many people who gave me hope when I had none.                     You have saved me I remember sitting alone. Holding two brothers… 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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At peace at last.

At peace at last A Story by Coyote Poetry A story for a good friend. Soldiers need to remember the old timers who taught us respect and how to lead. At peace at… Continue reading

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The karma of love.

The karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we are young. We waste the gift of love. The Karma of Love Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the sparkles… Continue reading

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Choose the road you love.

Choose the road you love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Find something you enjoy. Then do it.                   Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred… Continue reading

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I use to be.

    I use to be A man is telling me of all his many deeds. I smile and listen. I don’t believe in talking about the past. Today I’m who I’m? What… Continue reading

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Coyote song.

Coyote song A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be free to learn and dream. If we get lock in a cage. We are just waiting for death.  Coyote song Beautiful Lady… Continue reading

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I don’t want flowers. I need you.

I don’t want flowers. I need you. (We forget what we really  need. Need passion and desire to keep love alive.) A beautiful woman is waiting for me. I promise her dancing and… Continue reading

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