Dreaming of you and Big Surf.

Dreaming of you and Big Surf (I tell the kids. Live before work steals your soul and dreams. Life need to be  sweet pleasure and many  journeys to find gifts of laughter and… Continue reading →

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Dark eyed Angel who lost her wings.

Dark Eyes Angel who losts her wing. (I was still roaming the country. The days when time wasn’t a concern. May 1994. Writing and reading poetry brought me the confused and lost woman.… Continue reading →

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Where will this road lead us?

Where will this road lead us? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can be dead in the heart. Awoken with one sweet kiss.                    … Continue reading →

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Shadows

Shadows A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can’t escape the bad or the good done in a life.                             Shadows… Continue reading →

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The Gypsy dance.

The Gypsy dance. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to know freedom and understand the dance of free-will and dreams.  The Gypsy dance Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen… Continue reading →

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The word-man

The word-man. (Need men of woman to write the truth. Thank you for Hemingway, Kosinski, Twain and Nevil Shute. They wrote about the truth. The word-man must leave the truth behind. Maybe someone… Continue reading →

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The damn road.

The damn road   A cold winter day in late December.  We lay together sharing sweet kisses.  Your beautiful young body pressing against me so tightly. I can hear your heart beating.  I… Continue reading →

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Death will bring peace.

Death will bring peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old true story.   Death will bring peace. A pretty and kind woman sleeps alone. She turned from love and accepted solitude. In… Continue reading →

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Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.

Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is all we got. Love for your lover, family and life. Give us reasons to be alive. Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares… Continue reading →

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A woman, like you.

A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few people can bring you from self-made hell. When a sweet woman offer a soft hand and love. Even the dead can be rebirth.… Continue reading →

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