Category Archive: coyote poet

I drink…

I drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you… I met Bukowski once and I learn. Like my mentor, I drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you. Pretty… Continue reading

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Lady Winchilsea, Anne Finch poetry and my praise.

Song..  The nymph in vain bestows her painsThat seeks to thrive where Bacchus reigns;In vain are charms, or smiles, or frowns,All images his torrent drowns. Flames to the head he may impart,But makes an island of the heart,So inaccessible and cold,That to be his is to be oldAnne Finch… Continue reading

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As long as the grass shall grow…

As Long As The Grass Shall Grow He told the prettiest girl in his world, thank you for staying with me.I have been following you since the Summer of 1976 and you allowed… Continue reading

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Maybe Bukowski?

Maybe Bukowski? A Poem by Coyote PoetryYears ago. I met Bukowski in California. I didn’t know who he was, at the time. He read my work and he told me. Good stuff and we… Continue reading

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Coyote’s quotes

Coyote’s quotes A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust some thoughts. If you save one life, you will learn love. If you save many lives, you will learn peace. ————————————————————————————– Better to know silence, when all… Continue reading

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Lake St. Clair thoughts…

On paper, with good pen and good song. I remember silky voice, pale skin and the most beautiful face I ever seen. We prayed and we starved for love in the Spring of… Continue reading

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Today is Veteran day and with a poem.

The old soldier…. Some of us had learn. The simple things are so damn sweet. The laughter of children, holding hands with love one’s and dancing in the dark with a pretty lady.… Continue reading

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Veteran day- 2021

Freedom isn’t free. Some men and women paid with everything they had. Today we must learn. One people and one earth. Time to understand. We live in the greatest country in the world.… Continue reading

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Veteran day-2021

 Do the fallen remember? I remember my father, held on to the rum and he held on to the memories of the Korean war blood. I would stay-up with him and I would… Continue reading

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Who is free and who is not?

We weave our journey, strings and ropes decisions, take us to where we belong. ——————————————————————————————————– Once warrior, the body is old, the mind is tire. He is still a warrior, now he is… Continue reading

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