Category Archive: coyote poet

We had the month of May, once.

 We had the month of May, once A pretty gal from Italy told me by the Monterey Bay, “the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to… Continue reading

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Spring Equinox…

Spring Equinox A Poem by Coyote Poetry Waiting for Spring                            Spring Equinox Winter cold touch was needed. Needed frost for the… Continue reading

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Be kind, listen and be humble

Be kind, listen and be humble We are in the company of death always, I told the young writer. Don’t rush through life. Life moved fast enough. Find time to sit on the… Continue reading

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The brown eyes girl

The brown eyes girl     Was a lonely beach, late Spring brought out the lovers of the sea. I saw near the moving and dancing Pacific. A woman and child. I fell… Continue reading

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I want to fall in love…

I want to fall in love Once, I was seeking the Hemingway life. Running toward war and away from love and life. Somehow I found the J.D Salinger silence. Once, bold and foolish… Continue reading

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Pablo Neruda, T.S. Eliot and some words.

  “This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper. .” T.S. Eliot     “My grandfather told me often, one day, the teacher will become the student.… Continue reading

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John Donne- Death be not proud

“Death is a pause, just a place we must meet. Life is possibilities, don’t wait for things we want. Time wasted in useless things, just days wasted. Do things you enjoy, find laughter,… Continue reading

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Robert Frost, Leonard Cohen, Jim and me.

“I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals and… Continue reading

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Captive heart…

Captive heart     Divine woman love the Fall days. The cooler days make her wander into deep forest and search for quiet meadows and beautiful places. She love the feel of the… Continue reading

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A bloody Mary…

    A bloody Mary A pretty girl sat alone and I introduced myself. My name is Johnnie and I sat near her. She told me, my name is Paloma and she sat… Continue reading

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