The lost and found…

The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When love is misplaced. hard to find again.                       The lost and found… I loved the Monterey  nights.  I would walk from Fort Ord, California… Continue reading

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We are born to live…

 We are born to live… The Monterey dark poet loved the street artist. Male or female, who can create with their hands. Everlasting beautiful artwork, beautiful things for the world to observe. He… Continue reading

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We must be, like a river…

We must be, like a river… (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.” —-John Dryden) I told the… Continue reading

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Praying for Uvalde, Texas…

 “The worst mass shooting since Sandy Hook plagues Uvalde, Texas after 19 children and two teachers are killed“ I took my eight year grandchild to the school bus today. I talks to him… Continue reading

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Katie do, Katie does…

Katie do, Katie does A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Good to be fearless and touch dreams.                        Katie do, Katie does.. Beautiful as the rising Summer sun.Sweet and kind like the fresh Fall sweet… Continue reading

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Turn! Turn! Turn!

Turn! turn! turn!… The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover.I will be your salvation and you will be my rock to keep… Continue reading

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The dance….

 The dance…Love is a wild dance.Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begin to create separation.The once perfect dance because distance… Continue reading

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The Raven and the Coyote…

The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry  A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out.                               The Raven and the Coyote… The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken by… Continue reading

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The brown eyes girl…

The brown eyes girl… I fell in love with the brown eyes girl.Her lips of sweet honey and smile that can light up my day. She dances with her children.Making me jealous of… Continue reading

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My muse…

 My muse… You are love and I’m no-one. You came to me with haunting words awakening the want of love, dance and song. Your gentle voice awoke my dying spirit. Your kind words… Continue reading

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