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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I love you more…

I love you more…. Once I was alone, now with you near, the sky is more bluer, the moon is more brighter, I know how to smile again, I know how to laugh… Continue reading

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Lily Strikes the Hours

Originally posted on The Used Life:
i remember the back of you as a lily strikes the hours every stone walks off and the morning sinks in an avalanche of footprints, petals and…

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The intoxicating kiss..

 The intoxicating kiss…. The wine, the songs and the foolishness.These three temptations make me shred my wisdom and my logic.Her intoxication kiss made me know great madness and I needed to  look at… Continue reading

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The river will sing back.

Originally posted on The Used Life:
i. we were copper once these same eyes (neither seen nor touched) now remembered in pictures in the space of a telephone pole in the vanishing, slit-black…

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No One Will tell you

Originally posted on Steps To Confidence:
Le monde n’est pas gentilPetite filleFait attention ou tu mets les piedsDes gens s’habilleront de rosesPour mieux te tromper,Petite filleN’est pas or tout ce qui brilleFaut bien…

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Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart…

Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart….. She was so damn pretty and she moved through life like a panther in the free forest on the hunt.Her eyes were black as coal and her… Continue reading

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I love this singer- Sophia

If was 30 year younger, more handsome, more rich. I would want a girl who can sing like Sophia. Amazing young singer who should be famous. I love this young woman.

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OF A GIRL NAMED ‘MAYDAY’

Originally posted on – MIKE STEEDEN –:
Prior to her exploitation, she had deduced she needed hard currency and friends.That to be immersed within this human race, such things paid worthy dividendsyet time…

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Scars

Stitches… I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading

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My Hemingway wish…

My Hemingway wish…. After World War one. Many great writers gathered in the city of light, dear Paris. She was a place where artist, poets and writers painted their wonders, wrote their words.… Continue reading

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