Category Archive: Poetry and story

Free falling’

Free falling   Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine and discoverer of new and unknown places.   I… Continue reading

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‘Arousing illusion.

Arousing illusion   Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar. The senses. Taste, smell, sight, touch and hearing. Make us live and die in them. Make us want things… Continue reading

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Happy Mother’s day — Memory of a mother.

Memory of a Mother   A Poem by Coyote Poetry   I was raised by a stepmother. I called her mother. She gave love and raised many children. The word Mother should be… Continue reading

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A mother’s tears’ – Happy Mother’s day

A mother’s tears A Poem by Coyote Poetry When a life is lost in war. Someone is heart broken somewhere.   A mother’s tears   There is nothing as beautiful as a mother… Continue reading

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Choose the road you love’

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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The lulls of your lullaby

The lulls of your lullaby   I thirst for darkness, not light. I seek wild dances, not the shade of real love that will fade. I want the divine kiss and the long… Continue reading

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Peace, hell and heaven

Words for peace, hell and heaven   I called you my friend. I have become the literal dead. Dead friends killed in faraway wars are heavy upon my mind and the damned wars… Continue reading

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‘I saw a face

I saw a face   I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face. The face brought back a sweet memory, was once a sweet memory.   She walked toward me… Continue reading

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Where the wild roses grow’

Where the wild roses grow   – I have known   I have danced with the sea, I have stood on the great mountains surrounded by the free clouds, I have found the… Continue reading

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Ride’

Ride   True freedom my friend is dancing with the wind. Singing song till the morning light. Knowing open highways and not being controlled by money and possessions.   I want the sea,… Continue reading

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