Just meat and tales of kisses…

Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote PoetryQuotes from Jack London book “When God laughs” “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It was once… Continue reading →

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You did not leave me my friend…

You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySome scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them.                          … Continue reading →

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Blood and wine…..

Blood and wine. A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife teaches us many things. Sometime we must fight for the good things in our life.                        Blood and wine… Most of us are just dancing on… Continue reading →

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Missing pieces. Part two.

Missing pieces. Part two A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we can find the missing pieces. It can close doors that are needed to be shut and understood.               Missing pieces. Part two. The Korean… Continue reading →

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The missing pieces- Part one

The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote PoetryFragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.         … Continue reading →

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The animal… Written in 1984….

( Johnnie Coyote in 1995 in Monterey.) The animal. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWho is the real loser in a war? Is there a winner? The prisoners may seem weak and controlled.   Their hope… Continue reading →

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Peace….

(My adopted children in Honduras 1997. All adults and standing strong.) Peace A Poem by Coyote PoetryWritten in 1980. Hope for peace had chance then. What happen to the dream? Peace…       (A old… Continue reading →

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The whore bath…

The whore bath A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must listen, think and make wise decisions. More liars than kind people running our world. The whore bath….  Large shining teeth, an large man with loud… Continue reading →

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Indigenous day poetry- Oct. eleven.

The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote PoetryA Native American tale.                                 The The song of the seasons… Song of fall…. Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of… Continue reading →

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Indigenous people day poem- Oct. eleven.

Wisdom of the Medicine wheel….   I have been  lucky.  Many kind Native Americans took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to the so-call… Continue reading →

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