Utopia of the pen and the paper”

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                               Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading →

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Simples rules to live by

The simple rules     A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we show respect to all people. Love the land. Led with kindness and love. This world would be a better place.                                   … Continue reading →

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-Mystical places

Mystical places A Poem by Coyote Poetry First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.                                Mystical places… Continue reading →

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Beautiful American for Rachel Corrie

(Rachel Corrie murdered on March 16, 2003) “We should be inspired by people … who show that human beings can be … strong—even in the most difficult circumstances.” -Rachel Corrie   Beautiful American… Continue reading →

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NewYork City lights chapters 4-6

New York city lights A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part four of my time in New York.                                     New York city lights- The trip with Dorthy I left Fort Dix, New Jersey on… Continue reading →

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–Killer on the road

Killer on the road A Poem by Coyote Poetry What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will always stay with us. Killer on the road A Iraqi man sipped… Continue reading →

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–The damns and the foolish

The Damns and the foolish A Poem by Coyote Poetry Austin, Texas bars bring the best of people together The Damns and the Foolish The ways and means committee at the local Tavern… Continue reading →

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Ann Arbor

Ann Arbor A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Ann Arbor The drunken poet drank his  Jack Daniel and cold tap beer in the Michigan tavern. A young man sat with and ordered… Continue reading →

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-Strangers, trains and planes

Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be… Continue reading →

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_You are me and I’m you

You are me and I’m you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Little separate us. All people want to live.                    You are me and I’m… Continue reading →

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