Monthly Archive: July, 2013

The song of the seasons.

The songs of the seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale.                             The song of fall Warm… Continue reading

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Change

Change A Poem by Coyote Poetry Change is needed when we are locked in. Never know what is around the next turn?                                   Change I sat with a kid of 23 at a… Continue reading

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Angela

Angela (I knew a  beauty in California. So beautiful and already dead in soul. I tried to bring her laughter and joy. Sad part she fated away to her self pity. I always… Continue reading

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My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea.

My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea.   Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the ages… Continue reading

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The dance of emotion.

The dance of emotion A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is fair. We must give to receive.   The Dance of Emotion. A sweet angel was waiting on the bed for me. Her… Continue reading

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Glorious love.

Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper.                            Glorious love. We danced and learned true laughter at… Continue reading

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Big Surf and Alisa Fineman

Big Surf and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline.                           Big Surf and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989. Joined… Continue reading

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Dead ends

Dead ends A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature.                  Dead ends Brothers told… Continue reading

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Vinegar and sweet wine.

Vinegar and sweet wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how life can get twisted. For the bad and the good.                        … Continue reading

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Can return no more.

Can return no more. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and actions can create bridges that can’t be repaired. Can return no more We can dwell in paradise, Swim in pleasure and sweet… Continue reading

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