Monthly Archive: February, 2025

Outstanding poetry shared. Can be translated.

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The stranger song..

The stranger song.. Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers?Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night through.Now we sit together. Your eyes had died and your hopeful… Continue reading

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The coming storm..

The coming storm.. Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words. She whispered to me… Continue reading

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The black night and the shadow dance..

The black night and the shadow dance A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive and… Continue reading

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My wild Texas rose..

My wild Texas rose.. Kind mistress night brought her to me. The Austin, Texas bars brought people from all places together. When the moon took over the night sky. People from different places… Continue reading

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Be kind to each other…

Be kind to each other.. Sober men can’t write the truth, godless men can’t see heaven. Liquor voice, does not seek salvation, only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like… Continue reading

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Gypsy soul..

Gypsy soul…   Once,  I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once,  I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We… Continue reading

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Dear Julie..

Dear Julie A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A letter in a sense.                        Dear Julie…. My merciful friend.I received your letter.I was at my worst.You kind words of love and devotion made me dream… Continue reading

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When comes a stranger..

When comes a stranger.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Death comes when she desired.                               Death come when he desires… I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a great… Continue reading

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Unwashed memories..

Unwashed memories.. At the Purgatory Inn in Austin, Texas. No-one seek to save you, no-one is seeking salvation. Just leftover people finding peace in the whiskey and the sad country songs. Pretty Sally,… Continue reading

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