Category Archive: coyote poetry

Goodbye my lover

Goodbye my lover…. 1—Goodbye my lover, maybe our last kiss, maybe our last words. Did we abandoned love or did time steal our wishes….. 2—- Eleanor, sweet name upon my lips. Once we… Continue reading

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I need a wild gal….

I want a wild gal…. She wore her Sunday best and the smile of a angel. I told her, all we have is a Winter day and 10 inches of snow.  She asked… Continue reading

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The boardwalk…

The boardwalk… The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading

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Tell me. How you lived?…

 Tell me, how you lived?… Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes.  “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet each… Continue reading

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If I was the king of the forest… Written in 1978.

IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld memories and old dreams.                        If I was the King of the Forest….. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud German… Continue reading

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Never left Michigan….

 Never left Michigan…. Years ago. I wanted to see the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London. I… Continue reading

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Follow you, you follow me…

Follow you, you follow me.                 Follow you, you follow me… (What is love? I believe. Love is the heart willing to give everything to someone.… Continue reading

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The beauty and the sea…

The beauty and the sea… You saved me. You waited for me by the blessed Pacific ocean and you turned to me. You looked at me with your sea blue eyes and I… Continue reading

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Bad to the bone…

Bad to the bone…. (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have fell into too deep. I can’t see the light.Darkness took my… Continue reading

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Listen, think and speak…

 Listen, think, speak…. Grandfather told me often. Take two to fight and take one not to fight. If the aggressor had no-one to fight. Maybe we can learn peace. Grandma told me often.… Continue reading

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