“For the warm days of Spring. ” She wore flowers in her hair

She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time.                        She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost… Continue reading

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8 Tips to Making Peace a Habit

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Why is peace so elusive? There is no one answer to this question; however, it is true that peace starts within ourselves. If each of us actively strive for…

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2500 miles away from you

2500 miles away from you A Poem by Coyote Poetry We hope distance and separation can make sadness forgotten. It doesn’t.                            2500 miles from you On a Winter day in 1989. We… Continue reading

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One Mother

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Everything

            Everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry How much do we truly need?                                  Everything If I lost everything. Would  I become afraid? We live in a time.… Continue reading

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The sweetest things.

The sweetest things A Poem by Coyote Poetry The simple things my friends make life worthwhile.                                   The sweetest things I have saw so many beautiful places and I have walked on places… Continue reading

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Happy Easter

“Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you; That you may be children of your… Continue reading

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Secret love and hidden wants

Secret love and hidden want Fiery eyes woman watched the Poet read his words at the Poetry reading at the Monterey coffee-house. Her sweet voice like sweet honey asked him as he sat… Continue reading

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One of my favorite poems. “An empty book”

An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter.                                  An empty book. An empty book is a lonely… Continue reading

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Some love must be kept a secret. Secret love and hidden memory

                Secret love and hidden memory. I saw her face today. Made me wander back in time. Each of us hold our Beatrice’s near. The writer… Continue reading

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