The Waltz Poetry for the days of Spring.

The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.   The waltz We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves… Continue reading

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No words Wednesday

  Downtown Basel, Switzerland  1979     Outside of Paris. Men who fought and die to keep Europe free   Beautiful Florence. A ancient city filled with history and tale.   I told… Continue reading

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The walls and the damn mirrors

The walls and the damn mirrors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors                            The walls and the damn mirrors My father… Continue reading

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An 8 Year Old Boy’s Gift to a Soldier

Originally posted on The Foxhole:
Wow. Bless this kid. Sometimes it takes the thoughtfulness of a child to bring things into sharper focus. From The Blaze. Like most 8-year-olds, Myles Eckert was already…

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The crossroads of the embrace or the decay

The crossroads of the embrace or the decay? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We decide what we need and not with the quickest of decision. If we knew. It was the last time… Continue reading

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Ravishing beauty dancing alone

Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hard to brake down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget. Ravishing beauty dancing alone We will masquerade  as many… Continue reading

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Highway 80 west stories. Part three. “Cheyenne, Wyoming.

      Highway 80 west stories. Part three “Cheyenne, Wyoming” A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Time and distance decreases the pain. Life teaches us life isn’t fair. Sometime we must burn to… Continue reading

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Wounded Angel

Wounded Angel A Poem by Coyote Poetry   Wounded Angel My sad  friend. Please smile for me. Stay with me by the sea all night. Your world has fell apart. You don’t know… Continue reading

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I remember you

I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.   I remember you. The summer days were… Continue reading

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So beautiful (1st day of march. Hoping for the warm day. )

So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful (Written 6 April 1980)As beautiful  as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading

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