Diamond and gold’

Diamonds and gold I held wealth and traveled to the four corners of our world, I lost and gained love, I thought I knew what life and love was. I wear an old… Continue reading →

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“Pain and lesson”

Pain and lesson   A thousand lessons deep. I learn too late, hold silence and listen. I lost many good people upon the road of living. I wished too late, to left brothers… Continue reading →

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I never left Michigan

I never left Michigan Years ago. I wanted to see the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London.… Continue reading →

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‘My grandfather house

My Grandfather house   (First written on 14 March 1982.   Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to an old man.   I… Continue reading →

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My Grandfather house

My Grandfather house   (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following… Continue reading →

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Flesh and blood

We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new-born day.                              We… Continue reading →

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Silence

Silence A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of silence. Some good and some bad.                         Silence Old wise saying was “Silence is golden”. I don’t know if the words are true? Tonight… Continue reading →

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“Hands of stone”

Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of rock, soft and tender to the people we love and care for                                   Hands of stone Life is hard and… Continue reading →

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Merry Christmas-What will I remember?

What will I remember? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is long. People are many. What is truly important? What will I remember? Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold… Continue reading →

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Merry Christmas-Existence of love

Existence of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For dear Grandparent missed. Existence of love. Ice cream with a cherry. A safe warm house. A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and… Continue reading →

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