Category Archive: Poetry and story

One of my favorite poems. “An empty book”

An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter.                                  An empty book. An empty book is a lonely… Continue reading

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Some love must be kept a secret. Secret love and hidden memory

                Secret love and hidden memory. I saw her face today. Made me wander back in time. Each of us hold our Beatrice’s near. The writer… Continue reading

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Highway 80 west stories. Part eleven. New friends

Highway 80 west stories. Part eleven. New friends A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A lucky traveler meet good people and is taught something by them.              Highway 80 west stories. Chapter 11.  New… Continue reading

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The heartstrings

                  The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasses with soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue… Continue reading

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Death will bring him peace

Death will bring him peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old true story.   Death will bring peace. A pretty and kind woman sleeps alone. She turned from love and accepted solitude.… Continue reading

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It is good to be a Word-man or Word-woman.

                                   Johnnie in California in 1992 The word man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need people to… Continue reading

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Wildflower dreams

Wildflowers dreams. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old friends face had come to me lately. His baby girl is getting marry. It is sad poem. War take the best from us.                       Wildflowers… Continue reading

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Highway 80 west stories. Part ten. “New hope and dreams.”

Highway 80 west stories. Part ten. New hope and dreams. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Can leave one prison to fall into a worst one. Be free while you can.                         Highway 80… Continue reading

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The altar of a kind love.

The altar of a kind love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need a poem for love.                                  The altar of a kind love Starry nights and the warm summer days allowed two lovers… Continue reading

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We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust.

                                            My Grandparent   We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to… Continue reading

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