Stay with me.

Stay with me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Stay with me  I sipped… Continue reading

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The whiskey and the beer.

The whiskey and the beer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to hide in the wrong things and places.                           The whiskey and the beer A whiskey and a beer was the song… Continue reading

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Dreaming of you and Big Surf.

Dreaming of you and Big Surf (I tell the kids. Live before work steals your soul and dreams. Life need to be  sweet pleasure and many  journeys to find gifts of laughter and… Continue reading

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Dark eyed Angel who lost her wings.

Dark Eyes Angel who losts her wing. (I was still roaming the country. The days when time wasn’t a concern. May 1994. Writing and reading poetry brought me the confused and lost woman.… Continue reading

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Sweat and tears.

Sweat and tears. (Youth is like a bitter-sweet wine. Need to take small sips and swim in the precious moments.) Old man listening to a young man stories in the corner of the… Continue reading

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Sanctuary of love and kindness.

Sanctuary of love and kindness. Old friends have left me. Warm and safe houses are gone. Friendly and kind words are missed. Old faces with smiles and with always  an open doors went… Continue reading

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Where will this road lead us?

Where will this road lead us? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can be dead in the heart. Awoken with one sweet kiss.                    … Continue reading

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Shadows

Shadows A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can’t escape the bad or the good done in a life.                             Shadows… Continue reading

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The Gypsy dance.

The Gypsy dance. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to know freedom and understand the dance of free-will and dreams.  The Gypsy dance Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen… Continue reading

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The karma of love.

The karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we are young. We waste the gift of love.      The Karma of Love Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the… Continue reading

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