Category Archive: writing

-The dance

The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of… Continue reading

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Just words

Just words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Write, write and write some more. Our words outlast our memory. There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and… Continue reading

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One of my favorites –Spin the bottle

Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.                      Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. Told me. “Damn if… Continue reading

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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… Continue reading

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My poem for Poetry month. “Why do we write story and poetry”

Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry… Continue reading

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Blood in, Blood out

Blood in, Blood out A Poem by Coyote Poetry A eye for a eye world. No-one can win. When hate and violence steal all the kindness and hope. What will be left my… Continue reading

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“Grandson asked”

Grandson asked A Poem by Coyote Poetry Would be a better world if we saw with the eyes of the children.                                     Grandson said Memorial poetry I stopped by the nearby location for… Continue reading

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“Why do we write story and poetry?”

Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry… Continue reading

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“Two Brothers”

Two Brothers A Poem by Coyote Poetry I learn how fragile life can be in 1988-1989. Better to be kind to your friends and family. World punish them enough already. Two brothers After… Continue reading

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I miss nothing

I miss nothing In and out we played. Digging deep into wanting flesh. We were cutting and bleeding for passion that need we could not fulfill or make content. You were my Joan… Continue reading

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