Category Archive: coyote poet

One of my favorites-The waltz

The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The waltz We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were… Continue reading

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“Shadows”

Shadows A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can’t escape the bad or the good done in a life. Shadows My sister told me. “You  have changed. ” She told me. “You saw too… Continue reading

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“Souvenirs”

Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age.                    Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big Surf. Sea shells from… Continue reading

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“Break me and make me feel alive”

Break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful.                       Break me and… Continue reading

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“Blindfolded and weightless”

Blindfolded and weightless I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and… Continue reading

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“Love is a careless child”

Love is a careless child A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Enjoy. Love is a careless child Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the… Continue reading

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“Turn, turn , turn”

Turn, turn, turn The old poet sang a lullaby. A sensual woman whispered to him once. “Come live with me and be my lover. I will be your salvation and you will be… Continue reading

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Ravishing beauty dancing alone”

Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hard to break down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget. Ravishing beauty dancing alone We will masquerade  as many… Continue reading

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Passing through

Passing through A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Passing through A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once… Continue reading

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“Purgatory Inn and no place to go”

Purgatory Inn and no place to go. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories get better with time.                             Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea… Continue reading

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