Category Archive: sadness

Like father

Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come… Continue reading

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Nothing will last forever

Nothing will last forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry A re-write from 1989                             Nothing will last forever She sat alone. Her lingering tears falling down her beautiful face. I have told her… Continue reading

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Angels, muses and sirens

        Angels, muses and sirens. “Death did not beat me. I sacrificed everything to bring life and hope into this world. Death did not beat my dreams and hope. I… Continue reading

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Good days, good music and lost dreams of Utopia

    Dear Brothers and sisters You are gone and I’m here. We fought side by side in war and in life. I left you to fight alone. You die on a faraway… Continue reading

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“Sins of our father”

Sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.   Father’s eyes and anger Is my Father’s eyes and anger. Are they… Continue reading

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Love is a gift. Can’t be a prison.

        A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes. She told me that “I love you. I need you.” But I’m afraid. Afraid of losing myself in a… Continue reading

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“The Tarot cards”

The tarot cards A Story by Coyote Poetry We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet.                       The tarot cards I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden… Continue reading

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“You are gone and I’m here”

You are gone and I’m here. A Poem by Coyote Poetry No winner in war. Just shadows of people lost too soon.   (A photo found unclaimed on Writer’s cafe. It was famous… Continue reading

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“Quiet echos and secluded places”

Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed.                                Quiet echos and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the young… Continue reading

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My brother, my friend. We need you, Soldier. Alive and well.

My brother, my friend. We need you, Soldier. alive and well A Poem by Coyote Poetry I met a man waiting for death. de                  … Continue reading

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