Category Archive: coyote poet

Let it be me’

Let it be me (For Joey)   You are my old song, my new song. You are my place to rest sweet love. I want to see your beautiful face everyday of my… Continue reading

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I will never leave you’

I will never leave you (For Joey, a missed beautiful and kind lady)   I was no-one till you made me feel alive. You caressed my life with song and love. You told… Continue reading

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Dead flowers

Dead flowers (Some short poetry) —- Please don’t talk no-more   Pretty lady crying and she whispered to her banished lover. Please speak no-more. Your words had turned worthless and meaningless. Your face… Continue reading

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‘I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice

I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice   Was Monterey, was the sea near. It was the whiskey and sweet wine we drank dear Beatrice. We conspired to find new cities… Continue reading

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Diamonds and gold’

Diamonds and gold     I held wealth and traveled to the four corners of our world. I lost and gained love. I thought I knew what life and love was. I wear… Continue reading

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Man-up, Lady-up

Man-up, Lady-up A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.   Man-up, Lady-up   My daddy told me often. Man-up Johnnie, Life is hard and you must be harder. Life will toss you shit,… Continue reading

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‘Dirty little secret

Dirty little secrets   I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember ‘ You and I’. I’m the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we… Continue reading

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‘You are my ocean

  You are my ocean   My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free. I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves and I felt the safety of… Continue reading

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Tattoos

tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time.   Tattoos   My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me, do you like my… Continue reading

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Looking for Lestat’s cafe in San Diego

Looking for Lestat’s café in San Diego   Poetry, song and laughter. Lestat’s café, sell coffee and amazing artwork. I waited for Lestat. He did show. Pretty women in black did not tempt… Continue reading

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