Category Archive: coyote poet

Dead flowers

   Dead flowers —————————————————————————————————————————————- Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought… Continue reading

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“Delicate wings”

Delicate wings Beautiful Liz, she allowed me in. Her word and beauty memorized me. Woman who strip down their true cover and show you what is hidden beneath clothing and fear. They are… Continue reading

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Should I stay or should I go?

  Should I stay or should I go? Wild world and free road was my lover’s wishes, my pretty lady, never tamed, never honest, never true. I was her last stop and she… Continue reading

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“Hey, that isn’t no way to say goodbye”

Hey, That isn’t no way to say goodbye     You were my warm Spring day. The sun, the moon and my flowing river of hope.  You were my first love and last… Continue reading

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Sweet Peggy

   Sweet Peggy, please don’t cry I found her again in 1992. My war was over and she was fighting a lifetime war. She had gin, vodka and whiskey on your kitchen table… Continue reading

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“My last stand will be in New York city”

My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City, sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin, whispering stories of things to come.… Continue reading

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“Sway”

   Sway The Poet’s wishes, ever sweet and never easy.  A dancing beauty moved with the song, her hips moving slowly with the tempting words of the Jazz song. The dancing damsel, she… Continue reading

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“The light and the darkness”

The light and the darkness   You told me. “The black heart, too dark and cold for love. Is just barren soil. Nothing can live in soil swimming in the blood of heartache… Continue reading

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Maybe yes, maybe no.

  Maybe yes, maybe no?     I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early and writing, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was the great… Continue reading

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“Folly”

Folly     Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost.     We can ascend and we can… Continue reading

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