A dance with death.

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. Sometime hard to separate real life from fiction.            … Continue reading

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Blinded. But not dead yet.

A old poem written in 1993. The coastline and kind people of the California  made me find dreams and hope. Blinded. But not dead yet. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem. Same… Continue reading

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True love gives all

True love gives all A Poem by Coyote Poetry An old and good memory. Our elders teach us how to live.   True love gives all. Sixty five years together. He stood by my… Continue reading

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In your eyes.

                       In your eyes In your eyes, I’m everything. The sun, the moon and the wind that cool the night. I feel I can do anything. For when your brown… Continue reading

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My beautiful Daniela

My beautiful Daniela I awoke with great pain in my chest. I was escaping Germany soon. A face of an angel who broke my heart was appearing in my mind. I decided to… Continue reading

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The madness train.

The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late.     The  Madness train I’m twisted up. Hog-ties to bullshit.I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading

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Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.

Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms. We would make love till the morning lights appears. I was intoxicated… Continue reading

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Dreams don’t die. Can be heard by the wise people in the gentle wind and is never forgotten.

Rachel Corrie Dreams don’t die. Can be heard by wise people in the gentle wind and is never forgotten. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow war to blind us from peace. Guns… Continue reading

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Can cry a tear.

Can cry a tear A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry written in 1980. When heart was hopeful and strong. Can cry a tear My heart still can a tear. A tear of… Continue reading

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Is this the end my friend?

Never again. Sweet words that lasted but a few moment in time. Patriot missile. Young Johnnie waiting to go home.(1992 photo) Is this the end my friend? A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m… Continue reading

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