Monthly Archive: September, 2015

Must know misery to appreciate life.—Angels, muses and sirens

Angels, muses and sirens. A Story by Coyote Poetry There are good and bad death. I recommend you pick the proper one.   Angels, muses and sirens. “Death did not beat me. I… Continue reading

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One of my teachers. Ernest Hemingway

Ernest Hemingway A Poem by Coyote Poetry A great writer lost too soon.                             Ernest Hemingway When I was young. I wanted to be like Ernest Hemingway. He found peace in war, tropical… Continue reading

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Gardener

Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
Painting by Harriett Sutcliffe We are gardeners We are here to sow the world With seeds of light. The love of our children Guides our careful hands.

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One of my oldest and favorites.—-A mad man prayer

A mad man prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can create a madness.   A mad man prayer I woke up with your name on my lips. THE PHONE IS RINGING. I… Continue reading

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Take chances. Can find the wrong things. When come a stranger

When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death comes when she desired.                              Death come when he desires. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a… Continue reading

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Carved memories

                    Carved memories I found you holding the roses by the bedroom window. You  were adoring the falling sun and waiting for the Autumn moon to rise. I sat with you and I… Continue reading

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