In the valley of the Devils and the Angels.

  In the Valley of the Devils and the Angels. I have play the sinner. Danced in the sweat and passion of liar’s emotions. Made so many promises. I couldn’t keep. I told… Continue reading →

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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… Continue reading →

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Show me the way to love.

Show me the way to love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful is when we have no fear of disappointment.                          Show me the way… Continue reading →

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Grandmother hope and wishes.

Grandmother hope and wishes. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to… Continue reading →

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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… Continue reading →

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I don’t remember how you looked.

I don’t remember how you looked. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories dances  in my head.   Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. I don’t remember how… Continue reading →

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Beautiful stranger

Beautiful stranger Sitting alone in the corner in a piano bar bar in Austin, Texas. Reflecting on things lost on the road. Strangers are around me. Whispering secret to their lovers. Under the dim lights.… Continue reading →

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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… Continue reading →

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Beautiful journey.

Beautiful journey. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise person ensure they take the good road.                     Beautiful journey. A thousand roads to choose. We can ride into darkness without fear of the… Continue reading →

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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.      … Continue reading →

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