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Remembering Martin Luther King Jr.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Someone said to remember M.L.K. We should do acts of kindness. I believe he would appreciate his memory of anti-violence and love to… Continue reading
Remembering Martin Luther King Jr.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Someone said to remember M.L.K. We should do acts of kindness. I believe he would appreciate his memory of anti-violence and love to… Continue reading
Everything You were my wildflower dream. You were my wild dance and song, away from controlled life and wars I couldn’t win. I would of done everything for you. … Continue reading
Two poems. By a old Poet and a live one. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I love the old Poets. Some died before they had the chance to do great things. Sergeant Joyce… Continue reading
Medicine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Thank you Tumblr-Milo MoiréBeautiful girl She danced a circle dance for the moon and the stars. Her hair flowed freely in the warm nightly breeze.… Continue reading
Sad brown eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love should bring joy. Not sadness. Sad brown eyes A brown eye angel is crying… Continue reading
Break me and make me feel alive Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful. Break me and make… Continue reading
Better to be flexible branches than dead roots A Story by Coyote Poetry I learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot card reader. Be… Continue reading
Wildflowers dreams (For Brigitte) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I was lost. A kind young woman saved me. Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving… Continue reading
Break me Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of… Continue reading
coyotepoetrebloggedjedyoong Follow jedyoong(Thank you for the photo) hot and sexy –> http://jedyoong.tumblr.com coyotepoet The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a… Continue reading