Category Archive: coyote poet

Poetry- Love, passion and meaning.

Poetry-love, passion and meaning.   “I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only… Continue reading

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Love had me learn madness

Love had me learn madness -Break me-   Please break me, make me bleed, show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived, they know life… Continue reading

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‘A Sunday prayer’

A Sunday prayer   Time for us, all of us to stop. Give a few second of your busy day. We need to stop and to pray. Pray for our world. Pray we… Continue reading

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Whiskey

Whiskey   She danced alone on the dance floor at the Jazz club. Moving her body with a gentle ease and making every movement of perfect long legs, wonderful womanly curves and hips.… Continue reading

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The moon and the stars

  The moon and the stars   Once I was free and a wild soul, wanting and needed nothing. I was looking for the idyllic setting, place of perfect view and the dancing… Continue reading

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The first time I saw your face’

The first time I saw your face   I found lonely road and Godless hearts. I was seeking good death and I was a leftover life waiting for no-one and nothing. I was… Continue reading

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She danced by the light of the candles’

She danced by the light of the candles.   I sat by the bay, I watched the sun fall into the sea, I was a street poet of the night, I wore Army… Continue reading

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‘Fallen angels’

Fallen angels A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem. I hope you like.   Fallen Angels   In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war… Continue reading

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‘Just words’

  There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway   Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if… Continue reading

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‘A Lake St. Clair prayer’

A Poem by Coyote Poetry I spend the day alone by Lake St. Clair. Wrote many new poems.   A Lake St. Clair prayer   I’m far from my first love. The Pacific… Continue reading

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