Tag Archive: Poet

Our children

Our children A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Our children “Your children are not your children. They are sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself” Kahlil Gibran My child, you have… Continue reading

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‘With you’

With you I saw the four corners of the world seeking perfect place. I wanted to observe the rare views of a lucky life, I stood in the clouds upon the giant mountains,… Continue reading

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‘The fierce desire’

The fierce desire   Old man sat by the sea with the young pretty Poet. She asked him. “What do we cherish? What will we remember?” Will we remember joy or love or… Continue reading

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‘Resembled love’

Resembled love   Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink. I was weary of a beautiful woman who tempted me and ran.   She listened to… Continue reading

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Play me

You I lived and died in your love. You were my sweetest nights and loneliness days. I would do it again, even knowing the ending. ——————————————————– Play me Your hands upon my wanting… Continue reading

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I have no regret

I have no regrets   “A Poem by Coyote Poetry Bad days become less painful with time and distance.” No regret I stopped in Ann Arbor in June, year 2000. I liked to… Continue reading

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I was condemned

I was condemned after I saw your face   I was looking for the wide open road and some kind of freedom. She sat alone on a barren road on the back road… Continue reading

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‘The lullaby

The lullaby A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The lullaby The old poet sang a lullaby to the sea. Once a sensual woman whispered to me on a warm Spring day. “Come… Continue reading

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‘Carved memories’

Carved memories I found you holding the roses by the bedroom window. You were adoring the falling sun and waiting for the Autumn moon to rise. I sat with you and I traced… Continue reading

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‘The earth, the sky and the water.’

The earth, the sky and the water   I found my Apache friend at the Fort Hood entrance. I brought him some fruit and some coffee. He saw the sadness in my face… Continue reading

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