Category Archive: poet

Folly…

Folly A Poem by Coyote Poetry A re-rewrite Folly       Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost.… Continue reading

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Angel dancing, too close to earth…

Angel dancing, too close to earth. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Beautiful song.                                   Angels dancing,… Continue reading

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Sanctuary…

 Sanctuary ——————————————————————– I love you my pretty, I love you for a thousand reasons. You make me feel important and safe. In my confused and hard world, you listen to me in the… Continue reading

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All the way

  All the way Don’t give in, don’t give-up. If you dream. Dream big. Life is our’s to test. We must test life, love many and see the beauty of our world. Find the… Continue reading

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Bukowski, Tom O’Bedlam,Edgar Allan Poe

Verbal poetry. Please enjoy.    

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Alone

 Alone Once my home filled with voices and noise. Now the house is quiet. The streets are empty, the grandchildren are locked in their room with their mama. The parks are closed, few… Continue reading

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Rose colored glasses…

Rose colored glasses We made wishes to the Autumn moon. We laid on a hill in a sleeping bag and we talked of great dreams. You were going to be a nurse and… Continue reading

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For Ben Jonson

For Ben Jonson. Writer, actor and poet. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dryden introduced Ben Jonson to me. Writer, Poet and Actor. 1573-1637. To write To become a good writer. We must read and… Continue reading

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Purgatory Inn and no place to go…

Purgatory Inn and no place to go.     I have the long Island ice tea, fresh and cold, bartender keep them coming. They love the big tippers. Purgatory Inn is open early… Continue reading

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My Ojibwa Grandmother chant…

 My Ojibwa Grandmother Chant My dear Ojibwa Grandmother with sad eyes would chant songs of ancient times. I still can hear them in sweet dreams where I was safe and free, I remember… Continue reading

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