Category Archive: Austin Texas

‘A dance with death’

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. A dance with Death.   (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our… Continue reading

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She’s crazy

  She’s crazy I was like my father I believed. I liked the whiskey and the gin. And I loved the women too. I believe I was a rolling stone who wanted the… Continue reading

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‘Leather and lace’

  Leather and lace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song allowed us to create good poetry. Leather and lace I have played the monster, the demon and the abuser. I was left… Continue reading

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Hard days and harder nights

Hard days and harder nights. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. Hard days and harder nights In… Continue reading

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‘Boundless sea’

Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire A Story by Coyote Poetry Just words.                             Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fire It was early Summer of 1994 and I was stationed… Continue reading

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‘The waltz of the Angels’

The Waltz of the Angels A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words              The waltz of the Angels I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas… Continue reading

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“Fallen angels”

Fallen angels A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem. I hope you like.                                      Fallen Angels In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war 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… Continue reading

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“Perhap, perhaps my love”

Perhaps, perhaps my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Perhaps, perhaps my love The night is long and the drink is cheap. The music is good and the design of the… Continue reading

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“The waltz of the angels”

The waltz of the Angels I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a sad… Continue reading

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