Category Archive: coyote poet

The Stray Cat Inn

The Stray Cat Inn The night was dark and the night was long. The Poet was seeking final place to rest tonight. A sign directed him north. He found the last road on… Continue reading

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Mercy me

Mercy me   We are dancing slow and easy to the blues, her body moving and grooving to the sound. Her eyes are closed, her shoes are off and her hips are feeling… Continue reading

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Confession of a sinner

Confession of a sinner I’m sitting with my friend at the Stray Cat Inn. The old Marine told me. Brave men seeking war, just fool’s seeking and learning the taste of blood. After… Continue reading

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I was condemned

I was condemned after I saw your face   I was looking for the wide open road and some kind of freedom. She sat alone on a barren road on the back road… Continue reading

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My Easter Prayer – No more war

My Easter Prayer Dear Lord. Johnnie is very tire and concern. A rough year for us. Easter is tomorrow and we need the lessons of Jesus. All of us, need to stop. Pray… Continue reading

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‘My wild Texas rose

My wild Texas rose   Kind mistress night brought her to me. The Austin, Texas bars brought people from all places together. When the moon took over the night sky. People from different… Continue reading

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‘Dreaming of Scotland

Dreaming of Scotland   She was as pretty as a picture, fate had brought her to me at a dark tavern in Germany. Her raging brown eyes and auburn hair across gentle and… Continue reading

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The black night

  The black night and the shadow dance A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive… 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 her… Continue reading

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Her garden

Her garden A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Her garden I loved her from a-far, she was a true beauty. She loved working in her garden and she loved her roses and… Continue reading

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