writing
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Poetry for nature. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to protect nature and the free animals of the earth and the sea. 1- Mother Earth… Her dress is of the green of the great forest.Her gift is sweet water and food for us to eat.We need to love and protect her. 2- The… Read more
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Beautiful Scottish eyes… Once I found the prettiest girl in the world. I fell into her eyes and she told me. Please Johnnie, don’t break my heart. I told her. Sheena, Sheena, my darling, my dream-maker. I will never break your heart my love. Once a noble Scottish gal allowed me to dance with her,… Read more
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I am jealous of the sea.. Was a beautiful Dusk of the day coming and I watched you dance with the sea. I told the falling sun, the rising moon. I am jealous of the sea. The sea had stolen your heart and you adore the sea, the Pacific. I want to be like the… Read more
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The waltz of the flowers. “He prayeth best, who loveth best. All things both great and small; for the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.” Samuel Taylor Coleridge…. The long Winter made us wish for dear April. The agony of the cold days, snow and icy days made us… Read more
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The sea is near.. 1- Once upon a-time. I found the Pacific ocean. I went to her and I tossed off my shoes. Took off my pant and my shirt. I ran into the arms of the sea. Allowed the cold December water to overtake my body. I reached to the sky and I told… Read more
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Like this… 1- When someone ask you. What do you need? Touch their face, hold their hands. Like this. 2- When someone ask you. Do you hate Winter? Open the curtains, show them the quiet day, show them the un-walked snow. like this. 3. When someone ask you for a kiss. Bring their face close… Read more
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Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She was waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet red wine and we danced near the Winter Virginia Beach Sea every weekend for three months. She told me, never love a… Read more
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Blushing beauty stole my heart. The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen, and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made him feel safe. He came to Austin for the three days poetry reading near the college. He had read for three days… Read more
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Wild horses. Once I knew freedom, once I was free as the wind. Once I knew, the open range. Today I seek the wild eyes and the free voices. Please dear Andrea, show me the free range, please show me, I can be free and please take me to the days of freedom. You told… Read more
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If you go away on a summer day. 1- Once we loved the Wisconsin wild river,and we sought quiet places to hold hands and I would steal kisses. We adored the torrent water, and we tried to follow the river, to secret places where lovers could dance nude with the sun in view. I remember… Read more
