Daily Archive: August 4, 2023

Mirrored soul..

Mirrored soul… The half-drunk poet told the beloved night. I saw the veil of heaven and I have tasted death breathe. I am the son of the forest, the water and the sky.… Continue reading

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Run with the wind, dance with the sea…

Run with the wind, dance with the sea. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen life make us sad. Need to find reason and purpose.                      Run with the wind,  dance with the sea… One year… Continue reading

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A empty bottle…

A empty bottle.. My whiskey dreams, my last grasp at love or the emptiness at the end of the empty bottle. The broken pieces of my life laid shattered. Once sweet songs had… Continue reading

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Jennifer…

Jennifer… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Just some words. I found the poem in a 35 year old journal. Had to re-written.    Jennifer… I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown Monterey… Continue reading

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Hanging with beautiful Halie Loren and a poem. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps…

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Dearest Nicole…

(Dearest Nicole told me. The vastness of everything. The vastness of nothing. What is real? We must decide.) Dearest Nicole. I befriended her at a strip-club. She was the dancer with the far-away… Continue reading

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Beautiful portraits…

Beautiful portraits.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  First new poem in a while..                   Beautiful portraits… I drew with my pen, beautiful places and beautiful faces to… Continue reading

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Break me and make me feel alive…

Break me and make me feel alive… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful.                        Break me and make… Continue reading

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Blame not the kiss..

Blame not the kiss A Poem by Coyote Poetry  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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First words, last words..

First words, last words A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Words can have great power. False words can brake a heart forever. Word of true love can make us desire the moon and the stars. … Continue reading

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