Big Sur (No words Wednesday)

                                                                                                                  Little River Inn, Big Surf, California                                                                                                              Amazing rocks and dangerous water, Pfiefer  beach, Big Sur    

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Brother peace, sister love.

Brother peace, sister love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry War is alive and well. Why?  9-11 is here today.  Remember New York city and pray for the families. English: PEARL HARBOR (Nov. 11,… Continue reading →

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My brother had died

My brother had died. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Brotherhood of Soldiers. We fight for freedom. To defend our land from a enemy attacking the USA.                                    My brother had died.(5281 men and… Continue reading →

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A killer on the road.

                             (How many more kids will be taught murder and death before laughter and love? If we fight for freedom. Why do the USA become the demons? Please leave Syria alone.  Embargo the… Continue reading →

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She danced by the light of the candles.

                                                                                                                       … Continue reading →

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Raging emotion

Raging emotion A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for love and my favorite place.        Raging emotion Long talks and strong coffee at the Monterey coffee shop. Bring lovers of the poetry… Continue reading →

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Big Surf a-dreaming.

Big Surf a-dreaming. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a trip. You are invited. Most beautiful and peaceful place. Big Surf, Ca.    Big Surf a-dreaming. A un-mark road with a small sign… Continue reading →

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The sheep and the wolf.

The sheep and the wolf A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to play the hunter. Hard to be the innocence sheep. But for a moment.                … Continue reading →

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I lift my eyes

I lift my eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to open our eyes and find the good in each day.                                 I lift my eyes. Barren cold and heartless world. Fear… Continue reading →

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Souvenirs

                                                                                                                     Grandparent                                                    Grandparent. Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age.                    Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big… Continue reading →

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