Sweet pleasures and rare delights.

          Sweet pleasure and rare delights   Some dreams should not be touched. They burn the heart till death allows you to depart. Beautiful woman dance in my memory.… Continue reading

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True love gives all.

                                                        True love gives all.                                                                       (A old memory) Sixty five years together. He still stood by my grandmother with his hand in hers. He shopped daily at the… Continue reading

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America the beautiful

(We must set the example for the world. USA is a mix of all races. Time for the people of the USA to unite and demand change. Create new jobs and hope. Quit… Continue reading

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Blue eyes

Blue eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry A very old poem. A wise man always speak with love and kindness to the woman he loved.                … Continue reading

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Killer on the road.

No winner in war. Just men learning to survive the day and the memories.                Coyote Killer on the road A Poem by Coyote Poetry The good and bad we do in a life.… Continue reading

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The whore bath.

Today they asked the USA Generals. Would they kill United State citizens?  The Military was used often in civil matters in the history of the USA. This poem is based on some training… Continue reading

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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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If I knew.

If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness. If I knew. I would of  loved more… Continue reading

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