Monthly Archive: October, 2017

All of us need concern — The gray whale

The gray whale A Story by Coyote Poetry A very hard story. Need good friends to give us reason to be alive. The gray whale (For Leona. A missed friend.) Empty bottles of… Continue reading

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“Stone to flesh”

Stone to flesh A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to believe in nothing. Needing only self-gain. Lonely death for a man who held wealth and power as God.   Stone to flesh They… Continue reading

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“The sheep and the wolf”

The sheep and the wolf A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to play the hunter. Hard to be the innocence sheep. But for a moment. The sheep and the wolf The man lifts… Continue reading

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The story sea

The Stormy Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry When dreams die. We have no reason or purpose. Need to keep hope and love alive.                         The stormy sea The beauty of the Monterey… Continue reading

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The song of the seasons

The songs of the seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. ——————————————————————————————————————————————                                    … Continue reading

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Promise Yourself……Always.

Originally posted on Purplerays:
“Promise Yourself…👼Always. To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet. To make all your…

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A Spring flower

A Spring flower A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for my story- poet’s love A Spring flower Was a Spring flower. So tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower. That reached… Continue reading

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The Poet’s love — Last grasp at a miracle

The Poet’s love — Last grasp at a miracle. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter.                                  The Poet’s love — Last grasp at a miracle At three a.m sharp. Rosa knocked… Continue reading

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“Angela”

Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight.             Angela Her beauty had lessen with time. The circle of… Continue reading

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“Barefoot dreams”

Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age.      Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading

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