Coyote Poetry
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The city of Detroit.A Poem by Coyote PoetryDon't destroy the forest. Rebuilt the dead cities. Half of Detroit. Is empty. |
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Happy Halloween- When comes a stranger..A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe must listen to the whispered. Maybe someone is telling us. Please walk the proper path. |
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Delicate wings...A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe kindness of love, the kindness of friendship. We need. |
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The lover(A soldier prayer.)A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen men and women are away fighting war. They need memories. |
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Killed and killed.A Poem by Coyote PoetryA re-write. No-one wins in war. |
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The damn lonely night and the bottle.A Poem by Coyote PoetryMaybe our last friend is the whiskey? Maybe Ernest Hemingway last thoughts? I should of drank more and fought less wars. Maybe I should love, for real.. |
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Where is my Gypsy wife tonight?A Poem by Coyote PoetryLeonard Cohen making me write tonight. |
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Last person standing..A Poem by Coyote PoetryRewritten.(This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. —T.S. Eliot) |
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Remember to forget- part twoA Poem by Coyote PoetryCan we escape our memory. No. |
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Wild horses..A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe cannot forget the days of freedom. |
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