USA teaches the youth death before love. “Killer on the road.”

Killer on the road         A Poem by Coyote Poetry What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will always stay with us. Young men and woman… Continue reading →

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Tender loving care

Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward.                                      Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the… Continue reading →

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We do dig our own grave. “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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My beautiful Brigitte

                      Beautiful Brigitte (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 34 years ago and today for my blue… Continue reading →

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My last stand will be in New York city. New York city make the mind come alive.

My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City. Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin. Whispering stories of things to come.… Continue reading →

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Sacred places and sweet dreams

Sacred places and sweet dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories are like good red wine. Become more valuable with time and separation.     Sacred places and sweet dreams She traced my skin… Continue reading →

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A story. Old Soldier

Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had seen and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You… Continue reading →

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Bounded love.

                        Bounded love. Till my last breath.   The moment I held you. Sweet child of mercy.   You brought hope to… Continue reading →

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A short poem for the Poet Virgil

A short poem for the Poet Virgil A Poem by Coyote Poetry Poetry for love and the dance                               Damn the Gods Pretty lady laid bare in heart and soul watching the sun… Continue reading →

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A poem to remember warm and sunny days. Big Surf a-dreaming

Big Surf a-dreaming. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a trip. You are invited. Most beautiful and peaceful place. Big Surf, Ca.                    … Continue reading →

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