Category Archive: coyote poet

Petite mort

Petite mort She was a portrait of beauty. Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me?… Continue reading

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‘The nectar of you’

The nectar of you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and very good places. The nectar of you She gave me gestures of kindness. Willingly opening the door of friendship. Her long… Continue reading

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‘Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire’

Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire A Story by Coyote Poetry Just words. Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fire It was early Summer of 1994 and I was stationed in… Continue reading

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I need you/I don’t need you

  I need you, I don’t need you —– Damn if you do, damn if you don’t Perfect beautiful girl came to me in the midnight hour. Eyes of hazel green, robust and… Continue reading

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‘A thousand years’

A thousand years You came to me in my sweet dreams again and you were dancing in your white Summer dress by the lake. I watched your beautiful face smiling and you were… Continue reading

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Joan of Arc

                           Joan of Arc I watched her dance alone. I loved watching her, her movement of slow and easy and her… Continue reading

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‘Define love’

Define love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Define love Pretty lady in the Austin Tavern told me, Love and sex is the same dear Poet. Us desperate folks just need enough… Continue reading

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Promises and wishes’

Promises and wishes “I loved you since the first day I met you. You became my dream the day you walked into my business and life. Auburn hair and long legs. Sweet smile… Continue reading

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The parables of the flowers and the lovelorn man’

  The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted… Continue reading

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‘Let’s drink and pray for more’

  Let’s drink and pray for more   Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor. Barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin and her wild eyes searched… Continue reading

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