Category Archive: coyote poet

‘Keep you safe

Keep you safe I remember the day you saved me. Your gentle eyes of hazel green saw me and you caressed my face with your soft hands and you whispered. “been too long… 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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‘The crazy one’

The crazy one Beautiful lady can make me laugh when she dances to her own song. She is my crazy one. My wildflower who knows open roads and can make the sad days… Continue reading

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‘You drove me to madness’

You drove me to madness I remember the Summer days spend with you, my love. Hot day became hotter nights. You were a ravishing and tempting beauty. You loved the sea and you… Continue reading

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‘Humble and kind’

Humble and kind   The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life and he knew. He knows… Continue reading

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‘Angel, muses and sirens’

Angels, muses and sirens. A Story by Coyote Poetry There are good and bad death. I recommend you pick the proper one. Angels, muses and sirens.   “Death did not beat me. I… Continue reading

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‘Write on me’

Write on me   The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover. I told the night stars. Thank you for the sacred mornings awaking with you near and… Continue reading

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‘Celestial beauty’

Celestial beauty “He sees his love, and nothing else he sees.”—Thomas Campion You are my folly and my blessings. You are my perfect night and my sweetest days. You love to take one… Continue reading

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‘The feather’

  The feather A Poem by Coyote Poetry   Just words create by beautiful photos     The feather Once I wanted to be king of the world. I wanted wealth and things… Continue reading

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‘My Joan of Arc’

My Joan of Arc She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face to… Continue reading

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