Monthly Archive: September, 2022

I remember..

I remember…… 1- We touched like lovers once. We needed to hold hands like lovers do. Softly I held your hands and our fingers dance into a perfect waltz. Interlacing, moving and yearning… Continue reading

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Sometimes, we must steal and loan kisses…

Sometime we must steal and loan kisses… Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin’s tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat. Once she wanted everything and more, now she need the… Continue reading

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I would steal the moon for you..

 I would steal the moon for you.. My beloved, my midnight dream, my three am dancer. We found safe haven near the sea, small tent and sleeping bag. We drank tequila with the… Continue reading

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The liar’s moon..

The liar’s moon A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A half moon night. Maybe a few white lies are allowed.”                          Liar’s moon.. The… Continue reading

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My Masterpiece.

My masterpiece Once blushing beauty stole my heart. She create a rage of need I never knew. She found me sitting alone by the Boeblingen lake and her river blue eyes stole everything… Continue reading

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love is, just another four letter word.

Love is, just another four letter word… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Sometime love become another dirty word…  The word, Love is. Just another four letter word…  She was so tire of the useless… Continue reading

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The irony of a love tale, maybe love? Maybe not.

The irony of  a love tale, maybe love, maybe not?  She told me. The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me, Fickle I am, fickle I was. I… Continue reading

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The drinking song. and Haley Heynderickx wonderful song.

Drinking song… Once I met Bukowski in California and he told me. Never truth a man, who never drinks.  I learn with old age. He was right. Drunk men or women will tell… Continue reading

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The Devil dances at midnight.. And The Dead South amazing song.

The Devil dances at midnight… Prettiest gal at the Belton, Texas dance told me. The Devil dances at midnight and I brought her closer on the dance floor and I asked her. Does… Continue reading

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Already broken and Karliene beautiful voice.

Already broken… Oldest and most tire man in Michigan escaped to find something lost. He remembers a Auburn hair with a silky voice, the whiskey nights and the Soldier’s liar prayer. He gave… Continue reading

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