Category Archive: coyote poet

“The color of love”

The color of love   Dear lover, you made me come alive. The fire in you eyes make me wish to swim in your brown eyes and drown in the gentleness of your… Continue reading

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The lucky or the crazy.

The lucky or the crazy We danced by the light of the moon, every Saturday and Sunday we came and watched the sun fall into the sea.   I watched you write my… Continue reading

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Big Sur

(Big Sur and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline.)     Big Sur and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989,… Continue reading

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Capture love’

Captive love   My lady of May became my Summer lover, my kind and sweet woman had seized my heart and she awoke my slumbering heart.   I  whispered to her, lullabies of… Continue reading

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“The coming storms”

The coming storm.   Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words.   She whispered… Continue reading

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Angie

Angie I remember our days and nights at Big Sur, you were my imperfection angel. You wanted, just enough and you allowed your dreams to die. You enchante me by speaking careless words… Continue reading

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Quédate

Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate   The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning. You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain. The Germany… Continue reading

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Love had no pride

Love had no pride   Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once,… Continue reading

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“The sea is near”

(The sea is near A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words) The sea is near   “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But thereoff in the end despondency and madness”- Wordsworth… Continue reading

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Isabella, Isabella, dear Isabella

Isabella, Isabella, dear Isabella   I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The… Continue reading

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