Category Archive: coyote poet

Lilac wine

    Lilac wine Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air. I’m remember you, you were… Continue reading →

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‘Just might’

Just might   She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to… Continue reading →

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Waiting for a miracle

Waiting for a miracle   I remember you, I remember us. You were my wild and untamed lady, and I was running to you, and I was running away from you in the… Continue reading →

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Over and over again.

Over and over again I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams. You whispered to me in a sweet dream. Over and over my dearest. We can… Continue reading →

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For April, Poetry month- Thomas Nashe

The great Poet “Thomas Nashe” poetry and some of my words. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we read a Poet or Writer from the past. We give them life again. A Litany… Continue reading →

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For Earth Day- The coastline

  The Coastline   I fell in love with her on a December morning. I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty, her power. I walk quickly to her.… Continue reading →

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The weeping willow’

The weeping willow   Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart had… Continue reading →

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Poetry to honor the Poet Virgil

A short poem for the Poet Virgil A Poem by Coyote Poetry Poetry for love and the dance   Damn the Gods   Pretty lady laid bare in heart and soul watching the… Continue reading →

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The brown eyed girl

The brown eyed girl A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some woman make you wish you were young and free again. They bring to life the desire to be wild and crazy in the… Continue reading →

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For Poetry month- Parable for Celia’

Parable of Celia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Parable of Celia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun.… Continue reading →

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