Category Archive: Paris Poetry

“The Raven and the Coyote”

The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out.                              The Raven and the Coyote The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken… Continue reading

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The first time I saw your face

The first time I saw your face-Two short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                      The first time I saw your face-Two short poems. ——— Paint me Elegant lady told me.… Continue reading

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The earth, the sky and the water

The earth, the sky and the water. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem written in 1992 and rewritten today. The earth, the sky and the water I found my Apache friend at… Continue reading

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Deeper and deeper we shall fall

Deeper and deeper we shall fall A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real proof of love. Holding on tighter in the bad days and celebrating the good days together                             Deeper and deeper we… Continue reading

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Live life like you control her.

Choose the road you love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Find something you enjoy. Then do it.                   Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred… Continue reading

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One of my favorites-Like a whisper

Like a whisper A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                      Like a whisper (This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the… Continue reading

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Taylor Momsen and some poetry.

House on the hill A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and thoughts. The house on the hill Teacher, teacher. You taught me. Be kind, talk politely and treat all life with respect.… Continue reading

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_I remember you

I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.   I remember you. The summer days were… Continue reading

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Je t’aime-I love you

Je t’aime A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and… Continue reading

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-La petite mort-last chapter of a tale

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Midnight conversation Warning This Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. La petite mort, Little death -She wanted Paris and I wanted… Continue reading

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