Jennifer…

Jennifer A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust tattoos words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written.  Jennifer…. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown Monterey in early… Continue reading →

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My kind friend, I remember.

    The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall… Continue reading →

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For sweet Kaitlyn Rose

For sweet Kaitlyn Rose A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death is hard. Harder when we lose the young children. Sweet Kaitlyn Piensa Think Ojos claros, serenos. Bright and serene eyes. Si antes supiera. If… Continue reading →

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Lake Gichigana- The great lakes

Lake Gichigana   Once free land held a great nation, the first people lived in peace with the forest, the rivers and the big lake. Lake Gichigana was kind to the original people.… Continue reading →

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“Last person standing”

(Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend.)   Last person standing   I had a bad dream. A… Continue reading →

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“I knew how to sing once dear Julie

I knew how to sing once dear Julie   Once I believe in love and I believed in the ambrosia of forever. When I drink my coffee late at night and I write.… Continue reading →

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“What will be left”

(Below is real. I took my grandchildren to some of these Michigan lakes. A old poem and something to think about)   What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need… Continue reading →

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Waterfall

Waterfall   “Hearts awry Wary ghostly grasp Weary lonely gasp Yet I can’t hold Enclasp”   The night is silence, old heart awry in sombre songs, barren sea memories and smitten kisses remembered.… 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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Happy or sad?

Happy or sad?   Pretty poet asked, Monterey dark poet, are you drinking by the sea tonight?   He looked at her pretty face and he whispered.   The sea is kind, always… Continue reading →

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