The New York city lights

The New York city lights. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. Please enjoy I left Iraq in the Winter of 1992. I was sent to Fort Dix, New Jersey.  I took… Continue reading

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I can show you God

I can show you God A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts and things to ponder on                                   I can show you God The great search for God is fruitless for some. I… Continue reading

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When God laughs

When God laughs A Poem by Coyote Poetry I read Jack London book today “When God laughs.” It is a amazing book.           Quotes and words from a amazing writer Jack London and… Continue reading

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Poesy

Poesy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Dryden for your poetry. Gave me reason to write today. Poesy (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the fakeness of fame. They allow praise to fall… Continue reading

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The Medicine wheel.

The Medicine wheel A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old Native American wisdom. We need to gather as one people to save earth and all people.                … Continue reading

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Mercy

Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry (A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.) Mercy Young black man. 22 year old. He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for… Continue reading

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Our children and the teachers who protect/teach.

1- Little children.. Beautiful faces, fearless faces. The little children want to have some fun and enjoy life. Now 19 children were murdered in a classroom. I have five grandchildren and everyday, I… Continue reading

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A silence voice. Is part of the problem. Do the children repair the foolishness of adults?

Where are the adults against gun violence? Where are the adults standing together to ensure laws are made to protect the children and everyone else. Where auto-weapons can’t easily be bought? In the… Continue reading

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Could you, could we?

Could you, could we?.. Was a beautiful Michigan Summer day and I held her hand. We walked the circle at Lake St. Clair and she asked me. Could you, could we? Outrun the… Continue reading

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Cecelia, dear Cecelia…

Cecelia, dear Cecelia A Poem by Coyote Poetry  You don’t find love. Love will find you. John Donne.   Cecelia, dear Cecelia… Cecelia, Cecelia. Awake my dear lover,  the morning had sprung and we must… Continue reading

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The Iron Mountain songs…

The Iron Mountain song… I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw your face and I needed to talk to you one more time… Continue reading

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A Lake St. Clair prayer..

A Lake St. Clair prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I spend the day alone by Lake St. Clair. Wrote many new poems and thought about my world. We need proper gun laws. When… Continue reading

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Dear Jenny…

Dear Jenny Pretty woman danced alone.Her body dancing freely to the good songs andshe had no concern for the observers of her dance. I went to her in her quiet corner of the… Continue reading

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The lost and found…

The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When love is misplaced. hard to find again.                       The lost and found… I loved the Monterey  nights.  I would walk from Fort Ord, California… Continue reading

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We are born to live…

 We are born to live… The Monterey dark poet loved the street artist. Male or female, who can create with their hands. Everlasting beautiful artwork, beautiful things for the world to observe. He… Continue reading

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We must be, like a river…

We must be, like a river… (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.” —-John Dryden) I told the… Continue reading

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