Monthly Archive: September, 2013

Sing and dance till the end

Sing and dance till the end A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem written when I was young and questions all things. I learn we are in-charge of our life. Best walk the… Continue reading

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One Day Peace

One Day Peace.

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I serenaded to the paragon of beauty

I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life                             I serenaded  to the paragon of… Continue reading

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It is cut and dried.

It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same.                     It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading

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Big Sur (No words Wednesday)

                                                                                                                  Little River Inn, Big Surf, California                                                                                                              Amazing rocks and dangerous water, Pfiefer  beach, Big Sur    

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The silence and the sea

The silence and the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to listen to the sea, the wind and rebirth each day hopeful and ready.                                       The silence and the sea Blessed… Continue reading

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Shadows of war

Shadows of war A Story by Coyote Poetry War can catch even the cold in heart. Shadows I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could… Continue reading

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Family pictures

Family pictures. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Kind people leave us with kind memories and show us how to live.                           Family pictures. Do we know when the final goodbye is? Did we… Continue reading

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A dance with death.

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind.                                                        A dance with Death.(If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our… Continue reading

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Mend and alter

Mend and alter A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is hard. Needs time to heal and to be reborn again.                          Mend and alter Life is simple my friends. There is consequences for… Continue reading

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