“If I was the king of the forest.” Written in 1978

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… Continue reading

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Part three. New York city. “The Chelsea Hotel”

The Chelsea Hotel A Chapter by Coyote Poetry The third chapter. I hope you enjoy.                                    The Chelsea Hotel We were served the Lombardi’s pizza. We chose the deep-dish pizza. Recommended by the… Continue reading

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Lake Huron

  A summer day at Lake Huron   We must remember the good days. The Sandusky Carnival and Lake Huron. Photos are reminders. The good days are near. Just need to remember. The… Continue reading

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Black boy down

Black boy down A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time we surpass the color of skin. It is 2014, brothers and sisters.                              Black boy down Another kid killed in the USA. Media described… Continue reading

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“Existence of love”

Existence of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For dear Grandparent missed. Existence of love. Ice cream with a cherry. A safe warm house. A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and… 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 coöperation of all of… Continue reading

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New York city. Part two. Central Park.

Central Park A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A day in New York                     Central Park I awoke smelling fresh coffee and pancakes/bacon being cooked. I saw Dorothy was busy in her kitchen. I… Continue reading

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About my favorite subject- Writing.

(Amazing advice given. A amazing Poet shared her wisdom, thank you Sugar Plum for allowing a re-post)) Seeds -the inner desire to write ~ A Chapter by Sugar Plum ♥ writing, seeds, desire,… Continue reading

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Strangers, trains and planes

Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be… Continue reading

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~Mercy~

Originally posted on Paris Poems:
johncoyote:Mercy and forgiveness. Two words needed to be used and heard. Originally posted on Paris Poems: View original

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