The Gypsy dance.

The Gypsy dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be celebrated. Love is to make feel alive. Pain teaches us we have lived. The Gypsy dance Late at night on the… Continue reading

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Bounded love. Till my last breath.

              Bounded love. Till my last breath The moment I held you. Sweet child of mercy. You brought hope to my sad heart. Your laughter, your smile.… Continue reading

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A Sergeant Joyce Kilmer poem and one of my poems.

   Tree (Sergeant Joyce Kilmer. Born December 6, 1886-died in battle july 30, 1918. My favorite poem. So beautiful and true.) I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a… Continue reading

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Two out of three ain’t bad.

Two out of three ain’t bad. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Lonely are the people who wasted love and friendship. Two out of three ain’t bad. I was sitting alone in a Austin… Continue reading

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The wishing well.

The wishing well A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wishes are just dust lost in the wind. Words that will scar the heart and soul. We must know action and seek peace in life.… Continue reading

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A solace and a blessing.

A solace and a blessing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A young man poem. When love was your only purpose. Best days of a life. A  solace and a blessing. The good cognac… Continue reading

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What is real?

What is real? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many questions are asked. Few people can speak the truth.  Here in the USA.  200,000 thousand  Soldiers are deployed.  Poor children were killed in the… Continue reading

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Sweet Kaitlyn

  A old poem. I feel deep sadness for the family of the children and teachers at the school Sandy Hook, Connecticut. My sister daughter of nine years old died for unknown reasons… Continue reading

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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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