Monthly Archive: November, 2025

The heartstrings.

The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him like… Continue reading

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The missing pieces.

The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.       … Continue reading

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The canvas of love.

The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  True love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great beauty… Continue reading

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I couldn’t find you.

I couldn’t find you A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We need people to excite our imagination first. The flesh can forget. The mind yearn for more.                                   I couldn’t find you. Where are you… Continue reading

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Secrets, falling and wants.

1- YouYou make me want things I cannot have.Your sweet words making me wish for placeswhere I can be free and wild.Knowing no control and swimming in your eyes.                        2- SecretsI want… Continue reading

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No regrets.

No regret A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Good people bless us with their time and friendship.                                      No regret. She was a Iron Mountain, Michigan girl.Eyes of golden brown, long legged and a robust… Continue reading

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Love conquered all.

Love conquered all A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Must know love and kindness to know joy and happiness.  Love conquered all. Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace andthe long dances… Continue reading

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Come home with me.

Come home with me.. Was Tuesday and I led the poetry reading at the Monterey coffee shop. Was a good night and we read, we listen and we appreciate the poets words. The… Continue reading

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Hemingway whiskey.

Hemingway whiskey.. Old man wrote into his journal, My secrets, my sins, my indiscreet deeds. Will never be written or spoken aloud. They would die with him. He told the young people, keep… Continue reading

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No love, no glory.

No love, no glory… 1- Can’t take my eyes off you.. I do not want to escape you eyes and I need your hands in my hands. Darling, my pretty sea flower. You… Continue reading

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