Monthly Archive: May, 2022

Misty eyes…

Misty eyes… You bathe me with your hazel eyes, we have hot coffee, early morning, the sun rising from the east. I tell you, let’s slow down this day, great haste make us… Continue reading

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If I had magic…

    If I had magic Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy place.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to… Continue reading

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You are my poetry…

You are my poetry…. Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading

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The word-man…

The word-man. (Need men of woman to write the truth. Thank you for Hemingway, Kosinski, Twain and Nevil Shute. They wrote about the truth. The word-man must leave the truth behind. Maybe someone… Continue reading

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A thousand kisses deep… part three

  A thousand kisses deep… The doors are locked and window block by the satin curtains.We infuse our bodies freely and wildly.We tossed the silk sheets upon the cold floor. We are sharing sweet… Continue reading

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Broken promise and forgotten places…

A Poem by Coyote Poetry” A wise man accept responsibility for his actions. “Broken promises and lost places… I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in wildflowers fields and love was to… Continue reading

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Morning glory…

Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near.                                 Morning glory… The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading

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Love demand payment….

 Love demand payment… The gentle lover whispered. Remember me and I will remember you. We are creatures of delight. Need torrent nights and warm morning kisses. She begin to shave my face. Her… Continue reading

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Some days can be perfect…

Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading

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Fabiola…

Fabiola…. (Now nothing remains the same)  Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading

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