Measure and weight…

Measure and weight A Poem by Coyote Poetry  What make us feel human and alive? I believe it is the love we embrace and the forgiveness we must understand and accept.                                     Measure and… Continue reading

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Somedays are perfect…

Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading

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Raging emotions..

Raging emotions A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A poem for love and my favorite place.         Raging emotions… Long talks and strong coffee at the Monterey coffee shop.Bring lovers of the poetry together.Poets, writers… Continue reading

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Nescience

Originally posted on THE HUMAN ANVIL:
I wait at the newspaper standReading, the morning is greyAsh tintedLike an old man’s asthma Buds of people are sproutingFrom windows and eggshell alleywaysDressed in yesterday’s dreamsAnd…

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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 stars. … Continue reading

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Mercy…

Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry  A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness. No-one wins in war. We just teach the children blood and death.                          Mercy… Young black man.22 year old.He… Continue reading

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Love tragedies….

Love tragedies—– I found you my kind lady, you were my savior, my voice of sanity. Love tragedy left us feeling empty, just wishes and gestures of fairy tales magic we would not… Continue reading

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We get what we deserve…

We get what we deserve… I wrote on the bar napkin, a name of a kind woman who is dead to me now. Once the Bacchus wine made lovers of us, we were… Continue reading

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The lilac wine….

Lilac wine —————————————————————————————– She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. ——————————————————————————————- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint her… Continue reading

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Longing, belonging and our secrets…

  Longing, belonging and our secrets… Lover, lover, lover. Once we loved the long nights, once the wine tasted sweeter. Now our longing, belonging and our secrets, are bloody finger prints on a over-painted… Continue reading

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