Sins of our father’s.

Sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.                                                                       Father’s eyes and anger. Is my Father’s eyes and anger. Are they… Continue reading

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My blue eyed girl

My blue eyed girl A Poem by Coyote Poetry A very old poem. A wise man always speak with love and kindness to the woman he loved.            … Continue reading

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Sweet red wine

Sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible.                                    Sweet red wine              … Continue reading

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My siren

  My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.                                  My Siren The cold days of… Continue reading

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Shadows

Shadows A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can’t escape the bad or the good done in a life.                   Shadows My sister told me. “You … Continue reading

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Why are you still with me?

      Why are you still here with me?     Sometime you are so far away from me. I see your sad eyes filled with fear and disappointment. You lay your… Continue reading

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I remember you.

I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.   I remember you.The summer days were long.… Continue reading

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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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