Category Archive: life

Tell me, how you lived…

Tell me, how you lived?…. Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet each man… Continue reading

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Father’s burden…

Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden….           (My father  was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to look… Continue reading

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Like father…..

Like father. A Poem by Coyote PoetryBlood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face.                                       Like father…. I look in the mirror.What do I see? Have I become what… Continue reading

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I want to see you again….

I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote PoetryGood days become sweet dreams with time.                   I want to see you again…. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of fearless… Continue reading

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A Thomas Nashe poem and some of my words.

The great Poet “Thomas Nashe” poetry and some of my words. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen we read a Poet or Writer from the past. We give them life again. A Litany in Time… Continue reading

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The dance of emotion…

The dance of emotion The dance of emotion A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is fair. We must give to receive.  The Dance of Emotion…. A sweet angel was waiting on the bed for me.… Continue reading

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Colin Powell, a great man.

(I was lucky. I met Colin Powell three times. I was doing hot-refuel in the Iraq war one. We (The soldiers) would refuel Apache helicopters while they were moving. Red Cross taking wounded… Continue reading

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My lady…. Written in 1982.

My lady A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem written by a sad heart. Written in 1982.)                                My lady…. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our… Continue reading

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A bloody Mary….

A bloody Mary… A pretty girl sat alone and I introduced myself. My name is Johnnie and I sat near her. She told me, my name is Paloma and she sat in a… Continue reading

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The dance….

The dance A Poem by Coyote PoetryMany kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of done and… Continue reading

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