Remembering Martin Luther King Jr.

Remembering Martin Luther King Jr.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Someone said to remember M.L.K. We should do acts of kindness. I believe he would appreciate his memory of anti-violence and love to… Continue reading

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In heaven and hell with one sweet kiss.

In heaven and hell in one sweet kiss. A Story by Coyote Poetry Disappointment in love are lessons to prepare us for true love.                      In heaven and hell with one sweet kiss.… Continue reading

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I hope I make it till the Spring.

(I lost two brother’s to suicide 1987-1988.  I learn to be kinder and hold silence when anger appear. I keep a wide open door for family today. Sometimes we learn too late to… Continue reading

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Sweet whispers and dreams of paradise in your eyes.

Sweet whispers and dreams of paradise in your eyes. The voice  of Leonard Cohen singing in the background. I read  words from a beautiful woman in a new journal. Sweet offering of love… Continue reading

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The word-man

The word-man. (Need men of woman to write the truth. Thank you for Hemingway, Kosinski, Twain and Nevil Shute. They wrote about the truth. The word-man must leave the truth behind. Maybe someone… Continue reading

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A lad

(A old poem. Written in 1979. Had same meaning today. Old WWI Poets are my favorite poem. I will never understand why we send our 18-21 years men and woman  off to war.… Continue reading

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I don’t remember if i told

I don’t remember if I told you. I don’t remember if I told you how beautiful you are? I have allowed so many things to blind me. Stagnant life and confusion led me… Continue reading

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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 holds on to memories like a drunkard holds… Continue reading

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I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. I sit on the hill in the midst of a wildflower field. Small flowers moving in the gentle breeze. I sit at bay from a… Continue reading

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The damns and the foolish.

The Damns and the Foolish The ways and means committee at the local Tavern sit together in an oasis of gin and whiskey. Talk of torrid and tarnish love leave us in the… Continue reading

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