Monthly Archive: November, 2016

“Water and fire”

Water and fire A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Water and fire I told the Irish beauty in the tavern In Austin, Texas. Some men are dying and some men are living.… Continue reading

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“My Winter love”

My Winter love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Cold days seem to bring people closer. My Winter love. I whispered your sweet name in the twilight of the midnight hours. My sweet dreams… Continue reading

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Pray for peace-today and everyday

The weeping song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                              The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come… Continue reading

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Sing along

Originally posted on Daydreamer:
If heartbeats echo out a serenade Then your voice will haunt me with its melodies, Walk with me on this turnpike of? ambiance, Sift through the sigh between our…

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“My small books of thoughts”

My small books of thoughts A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                            My small books of thoughts What will I leave? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days… Continue reading

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Amid Your Green Pasture

A amazing poem by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.

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Please Pray

Originally posted on Rivers Renewed:
I love my country, but what we need more than ever, is healing not strife or yelling, no more insulting or taking shots, simple, plain healing perhaps some…

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My lover

A million stars to see my lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry All of us begin strangers. A wise man had many friends and family by his side. (Live fast. Died young. Be… Continue reading

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“Jennifer”

Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25-year-old journal. Had to re-written.   Jennifer I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown Monterey in early… Continue reading

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face to face with god

Originally posted on Poetry of Brokenness and Beauty:
and thus it came to pass one day that each and every story, no matter how tall and how implausible no matter how real and…

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