Category Archive: coyote

Song for peace and lead with concern, kindness and forgiveness.

What do our children see? What lessons are being taught to the children? Killed almost 400 people, 400 people murdered in Sri Laka for the sake of religion, the sake of change. I… Continue reading

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In your lap..

In your lap     If I lost you, I would become empty and alone. When I’m lost and helpless. I need your kind words and your embrace. When I fall into the… Continue reading

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Great song and a poem.

Wildflowers   I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regrets dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t seek forgiveness. I know you cannot be… Continue reading

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She is free…

She is free —————————————————————————————– She found me at the Pacific, she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. love should be… Continue reading

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The Corrs song and some words.

Everybody hurts     I whispered to her. “Sweet baby, darling and honey. Dark is the night. The midnight hour leave us wanting for things we can’t have. Deep midnight is cold and… Continue reading

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The nectar of you…

The nectar of you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and very good places.         The nectar of you     She gave me gestures of kindness. Willingly opening the… Continue reading

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The sinner’s prayer…

The sinner’s prayer   I knew every tavern on Highway 35 in Texas. I drank a beer and some whiskey in almost every one. Those Texas girls loved me. I could two-step and… Continue reading

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No regrets

I have no regrets A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Bad days become less painful with time and distance.) No regrets I stopped in Ann Arbor in June, year 2000. I liked to swim… Continue reading

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Thalia beautiful voice and some words.

Besamos mucho   Let us bathe in the quiet. You and I. The sun had gone and the moon is rising. And You and I. Alone by Lake St. Clair. Just us together… Continue reading

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Great music and a poem.

The black night and the shadow dance   A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive… Continue reading

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