Category Archive: wisdom

The rising sun and the falling moon

  (The rising sun, the falling moon A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for my new book. The Island.)      The rising sun, the falling moon   Prettiest lady, I ever seen,… Continue reading

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“The silence and the sea”

The silence and the sea Blessed is the man who knew regret and he learn from it. Lucky is the man who loses the emotion of rage, learn to live in the splendor… Continue reading

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“The hills and the Apache”

            The hills and the Apache   I had two bottles of strong tequila, a bag of some fresh lemons. I drove for three hours to the California… Continue reading

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“If I could, I would”

If I could, I would.   First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey,… Continue reading

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Tell me, how you lived?

Tell me, how you lived?   Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet… Continue reading

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The windmills of your mind

Windmills of your mind   Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days.   Now old age is upon me, the windmills of… Continue reading

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Don’t give-up

Don’t give-up   I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well.   I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my… Continue reading

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Payment due my friend

Payment due my friend A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                             Payment due my friend I sat daily by the Lake St. Clair lake. I watched the boats go by and I… Continue reading

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_You are me and I’m you

You are me and I’m you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Little separate us. All people want to live.                    You are me and I’m… Continue reading

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Hands of stone

Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of stone, soft and tender to the people we love and care for                                   Hands of stone Life is hard. Gentleness… Continue reading

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