Category Archive: Poetry and story

Without a whisper. We should of begs for mercy for the innocent.

Without a whisper. We should of begs for mercy for the innocent. Careless men talk of dead men and woman. Like a inventory of old car parts. Only lost 10 soldiers. A good month… Continue reading

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I wanted everything and I needed nothing.

I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love.                       I wanted everything and… Continue reading

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Sacrifice and blasphemy.

                        Freedom I will never forget freedom. Just promise Please promise That you never forget me. By Poet Dorene Oliver Dedicated to… Continue reading

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On a dark night/Es una noche osura

                            On a dark night-Es una noche oscura  (En la noche dichosa). On that happy night. I saw you walk into my room.  You are standing alone. (Non  tanto mirara su mucha beldad en mi… Continue reading

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Human Landscape – a picture book

Soldier with childSoldier with child via Human Landscape – a picture book.

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Father’s burden.

Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden (My father  was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to look… Continue reading

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My beautiful Beatrice.

My beautiful Beatrice. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean is near, no place to be and a beautiful Italian girl. Paradise for the lucky in love and life.                                My beautiful Beatrice.… Continue reading

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The wishing well.

The wishing well A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wishes are just dust lost in the wind. Words that will scar the heart and soul. We must know action and seek peace in life.… Continue reading

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Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.

Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms. We would make love till the morning lights appears. I was intoxicated… Continue reading

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My siren.

My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.                    My Siren The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the… Continue reading

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