The coastline

The Coastline A Poem by Coyote Poetry In 1991, I drove from Michigan to California. I wrote this poem the day I saw the Pacific ocean for the first time. The Coastline I… Continue reading

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The songs of the seasons

The song of the seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale.                                 The song of fall warm days, cold nights. Create a restless passion. I can hear the whisper of… Continue reading

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Ancient warrior

Ancient warrior A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood cannot change. Sometime must go back to your place of birth to learn peace. Ancient warrior I drove to the forest. Away from the city.… Continue reading

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Just men.

Just men A Poem by Coyote Poetry First job in country of Kuwait in 1992. Move the dead frozen bodies from Death Valley.   Just men (I got to Iraq. My first task… Continue reading

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Everybody knows.

Everybody knows A Poem by Coyote Poetry I awoke pissed off today. Then my Poet of music Leonard Cohen set me off to describe my emotion.    (I I borrow a few lines… Continue reading

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Peace

Peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Please listen to the video. His words mean more today then 29 years years ago. John Denver – Peace http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpO0lsTQSs0 Peace There is a name for war… Continue reading

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Vinegar and sweet wine.

Vinegar and sweet wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how life can get twisted. For the bad and the good.                     Vinegar and… Continue reading

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The Water, The Sky and the Earth. Chapter eleven

The Water, The Sky and the Earth. Red Fox journey. Chapter eleven Native Americans lost their spirit and strong heart. Need to meditate with the water, sky and earth to find the right… Continue reading

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In Monterey

In Monterey A Poem by Coyote Poetry  (We can try to escape. Sooner or later the memory will catch up with us.)                                 In Monterey I called you to tell you I… Continue reading

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Purgatory Inn and no place to go.

Purgatory Inn and no place to go. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories get better with time. Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea fresh… Continue reading

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