Category Archive: coyote poet

Nancy Sinatra song and a poem…

Bang, bang…. I met her at the Stray Cat lounge. She sat alone and her eyes were deadly and hazel green. The bartender told me. Johnnie, she is a wild cat. Can’t tame… Continue reading

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I am here….

I am here… Loneliest man in the bar, drinking alone. He told the smoking cigarette and the empty whiskey glass, you knew the ending at the beginning. A soft hand touched his shoulder,… Continue reading

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Delia….

Delia A Poem by Coyote Poetrylove can be sweet.. Love can damn us (The name Delia is of Greek origin. The meaning of Delia is “visible”. It is also of English origin, where its meaning… Continue reading

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We were young once…

 We were young once… “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth” Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading

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All the way and a Bukowski poem..

All the way… Don’t give in, don’t give-up. If you dream. Dream big. Life is our to test.We must test life, love many and see the beauty of our world. Find the sea,… Continue reading

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Swirl me in your mind….

 Swirl me in your mind… I remember tracing your body with my fingers, I remember you whispering to me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Are we just whispering in the wind, just secret kisses shared in… Continue reading

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The strong and the blessed…

The strong and the blessed… Today I am a old man. I lived in many places and I have lived many lives. I was a businessman, I was a soldier and I was… Continue reading

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Phil Ochs- a man of peace

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Catch the wind.

Catch the wind… Please kind lady, please lay with me. Allow the night to cover us with the warmth of love embrace. We were strangers till we learned. We had the same dreams,… Continue reading

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Love is love…..

Love is love A noble beauty read her poetry at the Austin, Texas yearly poetry reading. Jessica was disappointed with her life and she read her words to us. “I weaved a page… Continue reading

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