Father’s burden. (Good to remember the people who taught us how to live.)

                                            Last day with my father. He left me with strength and wisdom. We must do the right things. Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate laughter… Read More →

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The coastline.

The Coastline A Poem by Coyote Poetry In 1991, I drove from Michigan to California. I wrote this poem the day I saw the Ocean. The Coastline I fell in love with her… Read More →

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Wordless Wednesday.

Photos of the beautiful planet.                                                                                                       Big Surf, California.                                                                                                            The ocean.                                  … Read More →

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Love and hate

Love and hate A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem from 1978. Youth allow the mind to ponder without fear of failure. Love and hate Sitting by the Monterey bay alone. Thinking… Read More →

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I wanted everything and I needed nothing.

I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love.                       I wanted everything and… Read More →

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A good day to be alive my friend.

A good day to be alive my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Each day is a opportunity to do something good.   A good day to be alive my friend (Can you… Read More →

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The hills and the Apache.

The hills and the Apache A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem when I was seeking who I was. Written in 1992.                         The hills and the Apache I had a bottle… Read More →

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My siren

My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.                    My Siren The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the… Read More →

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I used to be.

I used to be. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The past is gone. What can we do to improve our life and show love and kindness to family and friends.      … Read More →

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In Monterey.

In Monterey A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can try to escape. Sooner or later the memory will catch up with us.         In Monterey I called you to tell you I was… Read More →

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