Monthly Archive: December, 2021

The Chelsea hotel…

The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote PoetryI went to New York a few times. I stayed in the park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at night.… Continue reading →

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One Sugar (audio)

Amazing written and verbal poetry shared by a talented writer.

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Needing and bleeding…

Needing and bleeding A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove teaches us many things. Mainly hold on tight and be kind.                                      Needing and bleeding… I have lived and died in your arms. You were my… Continue reading →

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You are in Paris and I’m here…

You are in Paris and I’m here A Poem by Coyote PoetryI need a year in the city of lights.                         You are in Paris and I’m here… I hurt myself again today and… Continue reading →

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Blame not the kiss…

Blame not the kiss A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe long Summer days bring hope and dreams of hope.                           Blame not the kiss… The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful face.Words… Continue reading →

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Drink of me my dear lover…

Drink of me my dear lover A Story by Coyote PoetryMore Texas story.                                Drink of me my dear lover… I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and good sound.… Continue reading →

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Drink of me, my love…

 Drink of me, my love… I hid in dark places for many years. I volunteered for far off places and war. I like the places where people wanted little and not everything. Dead… Continue reading →

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Broken man prayers…

Broken man prayers A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe pay for every sin my friend. Walk softly through life. Real and solid things come to us rarely.                 … Continue reading →

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A immortal love once…

A immortal love once… A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove is rare and it is a blessing.  I had a immortal love once…I told the whiskey glass. The worst sin done, is something we wanted… Continue reading →

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spring – bahar

Originally posted on George Ellington:
spring Life grew and shrank and sharpenedas time passed, and he could not saywhen the evening had fallen, or if thoselingering lights truly were the starshe had known,…

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