Monthly Archive: September, 2017

After Hours: Haven

Originally posted on Go Dog Go Café:
we are often just ships passing by during the frenetic work week our sleep/wake cycles not in sync ruminating silently in the night hours over our…

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Avenge

Originally posted on Buckets on a Barefoot Beach:
an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth and so such sayings whisper “the past won’t pass til suns set on necks…

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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.… Continue reading

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Silence

Silence A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of silence. Some good and some bad.                         Silence Old wise saying was “Silence is golden”. I don’t know if the words are true? Tonight… Continue reading

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“Holy as love”

Holy as love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some short poetry.                           Holy as love —–Pretty woman dancing with  me on the Belton, Texas dance… Continue reading

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“Why do we write story and poetry?”

Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry… Continue reading

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“Write, write and write some more”

Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?… Continue reading

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“Coming home”

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.  Heading… Continue reading

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“A woman, like you”

A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Reading my poetry from 1993. Made me think of a good memory and good time.                           A woman. like you. Me and my sweet… Continue reading

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“The season of love”

The season of love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Old memories. The seasons of love Late August 1978. My Scotland Beauty and I were enjoying our last days and nights together. She was… Continue reading

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