The man with the sad eyes

(The book is done. Now to edit. Please assist. Is this tale worthwhile?) The man with the sad eyes A Story by Coyote Poetry A book needing to be written.                           The man… Continue reading

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Beautiful Brigitte

      Beautiful Brigitte (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 38 years ago and today for my blue eyes Angel who picks me up and allow… Continue reading

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In Monterey

In Monterey A Poem by Coyote Poetry Monterey is paradise. Old wounds can be closed and new hope can be born near the sea.                             In Monterey Dear Jenny, please come to Monterey.… Continue reading

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Just men

Just men A Poem by Coyote Poetry In 1978. I’m at a German Guesthaus. Drinking with a Russian soldier, A German Soldier and me.                  … Continue reading

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You are always on my mind

You are always on my mind. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love may be gone. The tattoos of love will always be with us You will always be on my mind The splendor… Continue reading

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Show me the way to love

Show me the way to love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Opening of love should be slow and easy. Good things take times and patience.   Show me the way to love Kind… Continue reading

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She had wildflowers in her hair

She had wildflowers in her hair A Poem by Coyote Poetry Haunting story and memories can feel like someone else had lived it. Sometime all we have is wildflowers dreams to hold on… Continue reading

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My siren

My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.                                        My Siren The cold… Continue reading

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Don’t ask for less

Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote Poetry In life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached.                                 Don’t ask for less Echos of memories and… Continue reading

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Ojibwa Grandmother chant

Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life.                                      Ojibwa… Continue reading

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