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“Sunday lovers”

  Sunday lovers Me and you lost in cotton sheets. The sun sneaked into the room and you bring your body closer. You whispered. It is Sunday morning and we have no place… Continue reading

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“Be an flexible branch than an dead root”

Be an flexible branch than an dead roots A Story by Coyote Poetry I learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot card reader.                             Be an… Continue reading

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A thousand years

A thousand years A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love never die my friend. Just a place we must water and care for. A thousand years Where are you, my sweet lover? I searched for… Continue reading

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“Who can limit love?

    Who can limit love? She wanted to be the Joan of Arc in the mystery of love. I told her. Love is like the early morning tide of the sea. You… Continue reading

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“My earth, our earth”

      My Earth, our Earth   What have we done to you? Beautiful Earth. We have destroyed the great forest, polluted the great seas and lakes Took ancient  people from their… Continue reading

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“Everything”

Everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry How much do we truly need?                                  Everything If I lost everything. Would  I become afraid? We live in a time. Where needing more and more is… Continue reading

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“Bittersweet goodbye”

Bittersweet goodbye A Poem by Coyote Poetry Goodbyes are necessary. Need closure to all things.     Bittersweet closure “I walk up to her house. I celebrated one year with this young woman. In… Continue reading

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“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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Please show me you love me.

Please show me you love me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Please show me you love me   I was a bleeding man. Old wounds allowed to bleed to keep safe.… Continue reading

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Please show me you love me

Please show me you love me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Please show me you love me I was a bleeding man. Old wounds allowed to bleed to keep safe. The… Continue reading

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