Category Archive: memories

Her beauty had not blinded me…

Her beauty has not  blinded me…. She roamed like a old tom cat. Wearing her black clothing like a mask. She tied her hair up into a tight knot andshe don’t look boyish.… Continue reading

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We had the month of May, once.

We had the month of May, once…. Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading

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The Chelsea hotel

The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote PoetryI went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Central Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading

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Heaven and hell…

Heaven and hell A Story by Coyote PoetryDisappointment in love are lessons to prepare us for true love.                      Heaven and hell… We must decide. We can die of fear and our heart be… Continue reading

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Indigenous day poetry- Oct. eleven.

The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote PoetryA Native American tale.                                 The The song of the seasons… Song of fall…. Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of… Continue reading

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Indigenous people day poem- Oct. eleven.

Wisdom of the Medicine wheel….   I have been  lucky.  Many kind Native Americans took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to the so-call… Continue reading

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I am here….

I am here… Loneliest man in the bar, drinking alone. He told the smoking cigarette and the empty whiskey glass, you knew the ending at the beginning. A soft hand touched his shoulder,… Continue reading

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Call a friend, may need a voice. (If I make it till the Spring.)

  I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem written in 1989. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family.… Continue reading

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Can’t take my eyes off you

  Can’t take my mind off you —Feel like million year ago and once, you and I believed in love.—- —I ran from your memory, I tried to forget your face. The running… Continue reading

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The Gypsy dance…

The Gypsy dance   Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen well, can hear the strong voices and song of the Gypsies. They gather in the Winter to celebrate life… Continue reading

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