Category Archive: coyote

The first day of May- Tomorrow

Happy May-day-  Beautiful day The first day of May, the sun is shining and the blue sky above, a blessing. I sit by Lake St. Clair, the water is dancing for me, the… Continue reading

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April- Poetry month- What is poetry?

What is poetry?     I was asked. What is poetry? I told her, poetry is everything. Poetry is the description of the first kiss, the first dance. Poetry suppose make us laugh… Continue reading

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The intoxication kiss…

The intoxicating kiss (I was asked. What do you remember? I told them, when the kiss was so sweet and so wonderful. Each kiss, we shall remember.)   The wine, the songs and… Continue reading

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Our world…

Our world A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                                       Our world One earth and people,… Continue reading

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I dream it was silence. War poetry.

I dreamed it was silence. So damn quiet. Yesterday man became the forgotten man. He followed his father, his grandfather footsteps. Sought war, drink and unknown places. Old soldiers don’t tell you. That… Continue reading

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The sin, the gin and the skin

The sin, the gin and skin   We were the Tuesday night poets, we shared words with the writers and the poets, we shared words with the lonely at the Irish tavern at… Continue reading

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Hold on tightly baby…

Hold on tightly baby     You were the bloody storm my lover. You were my strawberry red haired lady beauty on the Fifth street in Austin, Texas. For twenty dollars and a… Continue reading

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I can’t bleed no-more

  I can’t bleed no-more. ——————————————————————                             In Austin, Texas Johnnie don’t cry no-more for love, he don’t look for things… Continue reading

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Amie do, Amie does

 Amie do,  Amie does A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be fearless and touch dreams.                       Amie do, Amie does Beautiful as the… Continue reading

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Almost California…

(Johnny and Jennifer in the Winter of 1992.)    Almost California—— –I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted… Continue reading

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