Category Archive: Nature

Waiting by the wayside.

Waiting by the wayside. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must stop and re-adjust our life and thoughts.                                    Waiting by the wayside I was  waiting by the wayside. Tried to figure… Continue reading

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“Twisted city. ”

Twisted City Part one A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Never underestimate fate. When we swim in sin. The Devil may find you. Twisted city ( Men with evil and cold hearts they believe… Continue reading

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Dreaming of you and Big Surf.

Dreaming of you and Big Surf (I tell the kids. Live before work steals your soul and dreams. Life need to be  sweet pleasure and many  journeys to find gifts of laughter and… Continue reading

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What will be left?

What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to show concern for Nature. Before she disappears. When the bear, wolf and the birds are gone. Man will follow. The great… Continue reading

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The word-man

The word-man. (Need men of woman to write the truth. Thank you for Hemingway, Kosinski, Twain and Nevil Shute. They wrote about the truth. The word-man must leave the truth behind. Maybe someone… Continue reading

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The Gypsy dance.

The Gypsy dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be celebrated. Love is to make feel alive. Pain teaches us we have lived. The Gypsy dance Late at night on the… Continue reading

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A Sergeant Joyce Kilmer poem and one of my poems.

   Tree (Sergeant Joyce Kilmer. Born December 6, 1886-died in battle july 30, 1918. My favorite poem. So beautiful and true.) I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a… Continue reading

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Blinded. But not dead yet.

A old poem written in 1993. The coastline and kind people of the California  made me find dreams and hope. Blinded. But not dead yet. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem. Same… Continue reading

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The madness train.

The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late.     The  Madness train I’m twisted up. Hog-ties to bullshit.I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading

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Is this the end my friend?

Never again. Sweet words that lasted but a few moment in time. Patriot missile. Young Johnnie waiting to go home.(1992 photo) Is this the end my friend? A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m… Continue reading

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