Coyote spirit

Coyote spirit A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left. Coyote spirit (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and… Continue reading

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Father’s burden.

Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden (My father  was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to look… Continue reading

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So beautiful.

So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful  as an early morning sunrise.As bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading

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Spare me your stories and sleazy words.

Spare me your stories and sleazy words. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Mistakes can be costly. The lessons are to teach us to be kind. Spare me your stories and sleazy words. (2… Continue reading

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My beautiful Beatrice.

My beautiful Beatrice. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean is near, no place to be and a beautiful Italian girl. Paradise for the lucky in love and life.                                My beautiful Beatrice.… Continue reading

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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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