Charlotte OC song and some words.

The quiet world The world is too quiet. Today the birds were singing and the dandelions were everywhere. I took the grandsons to my yard, they hit some baseballs and we played with… Continue reading →

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More than a name on the wall

More than a name on the wall (Freedom isn’t free. Some men and women, gave everything away for freedom.) I became the old soldier in the tavern now. Drinking with the  ghosts of… Continue reading →

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A lullaby for dear Luna

A lullaby for dear Luna   Once I chased the moon, once I sang to her, great songs of love. “Dear Luna, you are a miracle to behold, please come and dance with… Continue reading →

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A Spring flower

A Spring flower A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for my story- poet’s love A Spring flower Was a Spring flower. So tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower. That reached… Continue reading →

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A new poem. Wildflowers

Wildflowers A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Wildflowers I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regret dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t… Continue reading →

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Love is a careless child

Love is a careless child A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Enjoy. Love is a careless child Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the… Continue reading →

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My wild Texas rose

My wild Texas rose A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song make us write. My wild Texas rose Kind mistress night brought her to me. The Austin, Texas bars brought people from all… Continue reading →

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The wildflowers

The wildflowers A Poem by Coyote Poetry Freedom and dreams can be found in the field of the wildflowers. The wildflowers Wild flowers and sweet dreams. Dancing nude and free. You were my… Continue reading →

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Some places are sacred. Like wildflowers. “I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.”

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why.                  I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.… Continue reading →

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Ojibwa Grandmother taught me. ” The song of the seasons.”

      The song of fall Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid.The water is… Continue reading →

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