Category Archive: coyote

The stray Cat inn…

The Stray Cat Inn The night  was dark and the night was long. The Poet was seeking final place to rest tonight. A  sign directed him north.  He found the last road on… Continue reading

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Black as the night…

 Black as the night I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance. She… Continue reading

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Mercy me…

 Mercy me We are dancing slow and easy to the blues, her body moving and grooving to the sound. Her eyes are closed, her shoes are off and her hips are feeling every… Continue reading

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Wednesday verbal poetry and some words.

A April girl   I want to marry a girl who love the days of Spring, I want to hold the hands of April blessing, I want to steal kisses by the flowing… Continue reading

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Too old to die young…

Too old to die young…     Almost 61 years old, I lived in many places and I had many lives. Old man looked back at me in the mirror. I whispered, you… Continue reading

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Like a river

 Like a river I knew the first time I saw you. I wanted you. You were wild, untamed, loud and I wanted to fall into your storm. I went to you, rested my… Continue reading

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More than a name on the wall

More than a name on the wall (Freedom isn’t free. Some men and women, gave everything away for freedom.) I became the old soldier in the tavern now. Drinking with the  ghosts of… Continue reading

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Shipwreck memories…

Shipwreck memories A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                                      Shipwreck memories The irony of a long life. We will know joy and sadness. We will have good days and bad days. We will… Continue reading

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Big Sur, California. Chapter three

Big Sur, California. Highway 80 A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Third chapter.                      Big Sur, California. Highway 80              … Continue reading

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Bukowski poem— The most beautiful woman.

  The most beautiful woman     Everyday the most beautiful woman I knew, she sat with me at the Army mess hall and she looked at my face hard and she asked.… Continue reading

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