Utopia of the pen and the paper

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                               Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading

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Broken promises and forgotten places

Broken promises and forgotten places A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise man accept responsibility for his actions.                                     Broken promises and lost places I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in… Continue reading

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Mystical places

Mystical places A Poem by Coyote Poetry First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.                                Mystical places… Continue reading

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The stillness of the night

The stillness of the night A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need places where we know peace and we can be who we are truly are.                      The stillness of the night Real… Continue reading

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Divine Nature

Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need cooperation of all of… Continue reading

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A wish upon a star

A wish upon a star A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away. A  wish upon a star Every night before I close my eyes.  I whisper your name. I make a… Continue reading

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The man with the sad eyes

(The book is done. Now to edit. Please assist. Is this tale worthwhile?) The man with the sad eyes A Story by Coyote Poetry A book needing to be written.                           The man… Continue reading

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Beautiful Brigitte

      Beautiful Brigitte (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 38 years ago and today for my blue eyes Angel who picks me up and allow… Continue reading

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In Monterey

In Monterey A Poem by Coyote Poetry Monterey is paradise. Old wounds can be closed and new hope can be born near the sea.                             In Monterey Dear Jenny, please come to Monterey.… Continue reading

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Just men

Just men A Poem by Coyote Poetry In 1978. I’m at a German Guesthaus. Drinking with a Russian soldier, A German Soldier and me.                  … Continue reading

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