Monthly Archive: November, 2017

The Attitude of Gratitude

Originally posted on From Behind the Pen:
This week in our country and many parts of the world, we will celebrate Thanksgiving Day. Throughout the week I will be posting a few things…

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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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“Dear Jenny”

Dear Jenny A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Dear Jenny Johnnie drifting in and out of the Irish Pubs in downtown Monterey. Looking for his red hair beauty. When the beer and… Continue reading

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“The stone face man”

The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to hear them anyway.                              Stone face man In old New Orleans 1993. I found… Continue reading

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“An empty book”

An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter.                                  An empty book. An empty book is a lonely… Continue reading

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The Sin.

Originally posted on Wanderings of a lost soul…:
Sitting shattered and battered Tears trickling through my eyes I heard someone calling out A soothing whisper Telling me to stop crying I looked and…

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“Stand by me”

Stand by me A Poem by Coyote Poetry No-one is a mountain. We need bridges to hope and peace. Stand by me They murdered Christians and Muslims in Asia. They murdered Muslims and… Continue reading

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“Dreaming of Scotland”

Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget.                        Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me at… Continue reading

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Who Am I …?

Originally posted on Living with a damaged skull:
I am That  I am.. I am that which I have created myself to be.                    …

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“First words, last words”

First words, last words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words can have great power. False words can break a heart forever. Word of true love can make us desire the moon and the… Continue reading

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