Category Archive: family

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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“Hands of stone”

Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of rock, soft and tender to the people we love and care for                                   Hands of stone Life is hard and… Continue reading

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Merry Christmas-Existence of love

Existence of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For dear Grandparent missed. Existence of love. Ice cream with a cherry. A safe warm house. A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and… Continue reading

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Thankful-Happy Thanksgiving

Thankful-Happy Thanksgiving A Poem by Coyote Poetry For Joey and Rory.                          Thankful Good life is a noisy house. Running children and plenty of laughter making a home alive. Love given is, honored… Continue reading

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“The good path”

The good path A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn with age. What we truly need.                           The good path Where do I go from here? I have made a thousand right and… Continue reading

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Coyote’s gang-The wild bunch

Old Coyote and  the young Coyotes Dangerous  folks are roaming. Doc Holiday, Jesse James, Frank James and Billie the kid had escaped the slammer. Drinking whiskey and waiting for a fight. The Coyote’s… Continue reading

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Did I tell you

Did I tell you? Did I tell you how thankful I’m for you, my dear Grandparent? You gave me shelter, shared meals and wisdom. You taught me how to live. To appreciate life,… Continue reading

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