Monthly Archive: July, 2017

You are always on my mind

You are always on my mind A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song lead to good memory. Always on my mind Love alive or concealed. Leave us wishing for things lost. Beautiful faces… Continue reading

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The fire, the flames and you

Fire, the flames and you You are my river of joy and my muse in the mist of confusion. I have hurt myself often, set fire to my dreams and watched my hope… Continue reading

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I love you, I love you

I love you, I love you, I love you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Please listen to the song. I love you, I love you, I love you —————————————————————————————————————– I love you, I… Continue reading

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Nothing remains the same

Nothing remains the same A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                              Now nothing remains the same Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your… Continue reading

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I’m coming home

I’m coming home A Poem by Coyote Poetry You can’t come back from where you left. The road become twisted and we become confused. Coming home I sat in the plane from Philly. … Continue reading

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Connecting to our humanity…

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PRAY FOR PEACE

Pray for peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of violence and war. “Imagine there’s no countries It isn’t hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too… Continue reading

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“Cocoa beach”

Cocoa beach A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places and old memories Cocoa beach I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa… Continue reading

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Do you remember?

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Do you remember? I used to wear candy pink for a dare, play the part of the prom queen for a day. You never took ice in your drink,…

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“Fallen Angels”

Fallen Angels A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem. I hope you like.                                      Fallen Angels In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and… Continue reading

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