Category Archive: poetry

The gray whale…

The gray whale A Story by Coyote Poetry  A very hard story. Need good friends to give us reasons to be alive.                        The gray whale  (For Leona. A missed friend.)  Empty bottles of… Continue reading

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The portraits of you…

 The portrait of you… Phantom dreams led me to you. You were my illusion of perfection. I was flattered when you condemn me to loving you forever by a gesture of hello and… Continue reading

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No cure for love…

 No cure for Love…. In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment.I tried to forget a woman’s face and green eyes.Tried to forget those long beautiful and soft  legs.I tried to erode the… Continue reading

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Measure and weight…

Measure and weight A Poem by Coyote Poetry  What make us feel human and alive? I believe it is the love we embrace and the forgiveness we must understand and accept.                                     Measure and… Continue reading

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Somedays are perfect…

Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading

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Raging emotions..

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

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Nescience

Originally posted on THE HUMAN ANVIL:
I wait at the newspaper standReading, the morning is greyAsh tintedLike an old man’s asthma Buds of people are sproutingFrom windows and eggshell alleywaysDressed in yesterday’s dreamsAnd…

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First words, last words…

First words, last words A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Words can have great power. False words can brake a heart forever. Word of true love can make us desire the moon and the stars. … Continue reading

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Mercy…

Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry  A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness. No-one wins in war. We just teach the children blood and death.                          Mercy… Young black man.22 year old.He… Continue reading

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Love tragedies….

Love tragedies—– I found you my kind lady, you were my savior, my voice of sanity. Love tragedy left us feeling empty, just wishes and gestures of fairy tales magic we would not… Continue reading

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