Category Archive: john coyote

Don’t give up.

  Don’t give-up I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well. I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my generation.… Continue reading

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The liar’s moon

Liar’s moon A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some new words.                       The liar’s moon The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him to recede… Continue reading

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The Island- Chapter eight and nine.

The Island- part 8 A Chapter by Coyote Poetry                            The Island- chapter eight The two woman came to me and they… Continue reading

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Remembering the fragrance of Winter.

Remembering the fragrance of Winter A Poem by Coyote Poetry A story                               Remembering the fragrance of Winter I had… Continue reading

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The old soldier

(My father Jack Isaacs. Singing with the angels now) 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… Continue reading

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Ayla Nereo song and some words.

 Swirl me in your mind I remember tracing your body with my fingers, I remember you whispering to me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Are we just whispering in the wind, just secret kisses shared in… Continue reading

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“The disease”

The DISEASE     Two strangers sat together in the Austin, Texas Jazz club. Discussing things that didn’t matter anymore.   The woman looked at the man. She told him. “I was once… Continue reading

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“Secret places and hidden wishes”

Secret places and hidden wishes   I have  been dreaming of you again my beautiful Liz.  I saw your face today and I was driven to madness. I wanted to call you and… Continue reading

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The Island- First seven chapters.

(My new story, myth and tale. Real life. Is it okay, story? Each character had great history, if you researched.)     The Island- Part one A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A dream turned… Continue reading

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“Idyllic”

Idyllic     We shall know never-more, we shall know ever-more and we one day. We shall know nothing more. Once wise writer told us. Death, is when we become forgotten. Once brave… Continue reading

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