Category Archive: coyote

Heart on fire..

  Heart on fire     My faithful heart had learn once again. Love was near and so damn sweet.   Once we held a captive love where we knew sweet kisses and… Continue reading

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Gypsy heart…

   Gypsy heart Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a prison… Continue reading

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Samantha Fish song- Dead flowers

Dead flowers   (Some short poetry) —- Please don’t talk no-more   Pretty lady crying and she whispered to her banished lover. Please speak no-more. Your words had turned worthless and meaningless. Your… Continue reading

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The Pacific

Poetry for the Pacific 1—–I love to hear the orchestra of the Pacific ocean.. The choir of the moving water, the hymn of the crashing waves and if we listen, maybe we can hear… Continue reading

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Nothing left to lose…

Never left to lose     I lay in the silence of deadening silence. All dreams dead and buried when you left me alone. You were my savior and my killer. I remember… Continue reading

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Love story

Love story You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often dear lover.… Continue reading

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We are born to live

We are born to live A Poem by Coyote Poetry New words.                                    We are born to live… Continue reading

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I saw the sun in your eyes..

I saw the sun in your eyes—- You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay and I am singing words of love to you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you… Continue reading

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Summer solstice- When the sun and the moon kiss

“you taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading

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Amazing Artist Marina Ren

For Marina Ren   The movement of your hands, gentle strokes bringing to life to empty canvas, faces, places and life. The kind artist create beauty for us, poetry for the eyes. Dancing… Continue reading

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