We were just men and woman

                          We were just Men and Woman.   20 soldiers sat and waiting  in a room .The education of War written… Continue reading

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Just enough

Just enough A Poem by Coyote Poetry Live fast, test life and hope for a good landing. Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. Just… Continue reading

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We danced, we loved and you never departed my heart.

We danced , loved and you never departed my heart.   I turned 55 year old. I don’t believe I’m wiser then when life was to be lived and challenged. Time is moving… Continue reading

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Poetry for love

Two short poems for love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m learning to write poems without being epic.                             Savior Sweet blue eyes girl told me. “You ask for so little. We have… Continue reading

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Utopia of the pen and the paper. Writer’s need to be fearless.

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                               Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading

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Ecstasy

Ecstasy My love, I have found you.I want to make love to you from feet to sweet lips. Your brightness and sadness I need to know. I want us nude, heart and mind… Continue reading

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Rebirth

Rebirth A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people desire a rebirth in new places. I wonder do we change?   Rebirth Old Johnnie drinking the cheap Honduras rum. Told the two pretty Honduras… Continue reading

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God

God A Poem by Coyote Poetry God is in our heart. In what we say and do. God is not found in the church. It is how we look at life and how… Continue reading

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The songs of the seasons

The songs of the seasons Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the wind on a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid. The… Continue reading

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Rear-end of a so-call love.

Rear-end of a so-call love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime little is better than none.  Rear-end of a so-call love. She poured the tequila. Told me I’m the only one. I whispered.… Continue reading

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