life
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(My friend’s daughter and my daughter in 1993. He was killed in the Iraq war in 2004.) A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature. Dead ends. Brothers told no-one they were scared.Stood on a chair and told… Read more
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Truth or dare A Poem by Coyote PoetryTake no chances. Have no adventures. Truth or dare. Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth or dare. I never told the truth. I was seduced by the dare.I dare you to kiss Suzy. I dare you to whisper… Read more
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Stripped to the bone. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want a love that bleed and I can feel the chaos and the pleasure. She smiled and I told her, I adored her… Read more
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1- I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals and allow my feet to feel the coldness of the river. I have learn to love the quiet places.” Dancing Coyote 2-… Read more
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The Fall sweet honey A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe days of Fall. Days for our life to slow down a-bit.” The Fall sweet honey. Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh Fall sweet honey.She told me, if you want me.Must leave your tomb and find me.A divided heart will die a lonely… Read more
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On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.) Bei Dao Just like a hurricane from hell.You twisted my world from a lonely existence to a lifewhere I needed your caress. You took me to a dark bedroom.Light many soft candles andslowly torn down walls of disappointment.… Read more
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I remember you. The summer days were long.The splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot days,thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of Monterey coastline.Purify the sadness and losses of living. I remember you.Waiting for me on the sand.You called me the laughing Poet.A fugitive and faithful… Read more
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Pieces of April. My dreamland beauty, she comes to my mind in early April. The cold of Winter almost gone and I remember our Springtime kisses, our Springtime dances with Lake Michigan. I loved when she was careless and wild.She made me brave and foolish. I called her my wildflower and she called me.Her soldier… Read more
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Begin and ends with you. (Finally, a new poem.) Once upon a time, I held a beautiful Scottish gal. She had gorgeous golden-brown eyes and she was so kind. We had Spring and we had the days of Summer. We didn’t know. The promises of love can be broken by the chaos of life. Once… Read more
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I remember you. You taught me what love was. You taught me what tenderness could be my Scotland beauty and you painted my world to a more beautiful place. Made my anger and disappointment fade away. Your taught me. I was going to be okay. You called me, dear and honey. You were my old… Read more
