A mother tears- Happy Mother day.

(My mother in 1959) “Happy Mother day. Woman bare the glory and honor of protecting their children. Look into a eyes of a woman. You can learn a million stories of what life… Continue reading

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Memory of mother- Happy mother day.

 Memory of a Mother…             (I was raised by my stepmother Sonja. A beautiful and wonderful lady who died too young.)   Names given are earned. Not easy to become. You were a mother to… Continue reading

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Glorious love…

(Johnnie and Daniela in 1978.) Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper.                            Glorious love…. We danced and learned… Continue reading

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I wanted everything and I needed nothing..

I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote PoetryYouth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love.                       I wanted everything and I needed… Continue reading

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Two old poems. Happy May-day.

The coastline… I fell in love with her on a December morning.I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty,her power. I walk quickly to her.She was dancing on the… Continue reading

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Midnight confessions…

Midnight confessions….. Once I played the fool for you. I painted us together as forever lovers in a world of give and take. You were my Juliet and I was your Romeo. You… Continue reading

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The lady in red..

(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth  begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth)       I want to dance with you tonight… Continue reading

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Love and hate…

Love and hate… A Poem by Coyote PoetryI wrote this back inn 1993. Young woman wanted everything and nothing. I told her life is long and hard. We must try to be kind.                      … Continue reading

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If you go away…

 If you go away… Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading

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The fingerprints

The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading

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