Men, whiskey and dreams of peace.

Men, whiskey and dreams of peace. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Today the world is the same. Maybe worst off?                     Men, whiskey and dreams of peace. Wishing, hoping and… Read More →

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Show me the way to love.

Show me the way to love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful is when we have no fear of disappointment.                          Show me the way… Read More →

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I don’t remember how you looked.

I don’t remember how you looked. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories dances  in my head.   Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. I don’t remember how… Read More →

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Stay with me

Stay with me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Stay with me    I… Read More →

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First love.

First love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. When youth was my advantage. First poem I got published years ago.                      … Read More →

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Blue eyes

Blue eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry A very old poem. A wise man always speak with love and kindness to the woman he loved.                … Read More →

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So beautiful.

So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful  as an early morning sunrise.As bright as a full moon that light up a… Read More →

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Dreaming of Scotland

Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget.                        Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me at… Read More →

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Stay with me.

Stay with me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Stay with me  I sipped… Read More →

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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… Read More →

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