Midnight rendezvous.

                      Midnight rendezvous Woman are gifts to wise men.A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is more wonderful then to… Continue reading

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War and peace.

War and Peace   I have stood with soldiers in war and peace. We laughed and cried together. We celebrated life and death.  We traveled to where we were told and did what… Continue reading

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Thank you lord of life and death.

                                                                                     Thank you lord of life and death I stood at a distance. My girl of twelve come to me and kissed me goodbye.… Continue reading

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First love.

First love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. When youth was my advantage. First poem I got published years ago.                      … Continue reading

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Flesh and bones.

              Flesh and bones (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.) I fell from the top of the mountain. I… Continue reading

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Daybreak confession to the sea.

Daybreak confession to the Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry In a life we must add up what we have done. Re-set our journey and begin again.   Daybreak confession to the Sea… Continue reading

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Two poems. By a old poet and a live one.

Two poems. By a old Poet and a live one. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I love the old Poets. Some died before they had the chance to do great things. Sergeant Joyce… Continue reading

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A naken woman

A naked woman A Poem by Coyote Poetry                                  A  naked woman (A wise artist once said. To see a nude woman is more wonderful then 1000 beautiful paintings in a museum.)  … Continue reading

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Like father.

Like father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face.                                       Like father. When I look in the mirror. What do I see?… Continue reading

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I want to see you again.

            I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good days become sweet dreams with time.                   I want to see you again. The powerful… Continue reading

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