“Last person standing”

(Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend.)   Last person standing   I had a bad dream. A… Continue reading →

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Dance with daughter again

Dance with daughter   Old man remember. Little girls will become young woman. His little girl is tall and beautiful. One she waited for him. Needed a ride, a day at the park… Continue reading →

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Our children

Our children A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Our children “Your children are not your children. They are sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself” Kahlil Gibran My child, you have… Continue reading →

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‘My grandfather house

My Grandfather house   (First written on 14 March 1982.   Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to an old man.   I… Continue reading →

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“Folly”

Folly   Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending. Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost. we can ascend and we can fall,   Echoes… Continue reading →

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‘For Grandpa’

For Grandpa A Poem by Coyote Poetry                         For Grandpa (Written for my Grandfather in June of 1980. Was posted in his kitchen till his death.) Time had surpass. I have growth from… Continue reading →

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My Grandfather house

My Grandfather house   (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following… Continue reading →

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Lessons

Lessons engraved into the mind and heart. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is learning to be wiser and kinder.                                 Lessons engraved into the mind and the heart. The hollow hours leave… Continue reading →

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Flesh and blood

We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new-born day.                              We… Continue reading →

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Silence

Silence A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of silence. Some good and some bad.                         Silence Old wise saying was “Silence is golden”. I don’t know if the words are true? Tonight… Continue reading →

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