Category Archive: coyote poet

Are we lovers or are we liars?

Are we lovers or are we liars? (Written in 1993) Once we believed in rainbows, once we made the wishing well wishes. I remember a September Fall day in 1978, the prettiest girl… Continue reading

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Everyone is a river…

 Everyone is a river She sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet moving and dancing in water of lake Superior. I adored watching her and I traced her body with my… Continue reading

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The city of lights or anywhere…

 The city of lights or anywhere. (I am tire of being locked-in. I need a vacation to anywhere.) We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his… Continue reading

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The silent sea…

The silent sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean, memories and old dreams.                          The silent sea We can be humble by true beauty. Life can weaved us to places and situations. Blushing… Continue reading

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Perhaps, perhaps my love…

Perhaps, perhaps my love   The night is long and the drink is cheap. The music is good and the design of the night had brought her to me.   Words are shared… Continue reading

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Hey brother, hey sister…

Hey brother, hey sister (Time for us to learn. Lead with concern, kindness and listen. Old world is gone. New world is here. Call a friend missed, call the family members and be… Continue reading

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I hate you, I love you…

I hate you, I love you     I try to escape you. I try to flee your memory. I repeat secret words in hidden places in my mind. I hate you, I… Continue reading

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The wicked game…

The wicked game I am not right no-more, I will never be right again. Your sweet song made me want the madness, the madness of loving you forever. Your eyes stole my mind,… Continue reading

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Daniela

Daniela My world, was wild and fast moving. I was running away from ghosts and moving too fast, trying to defeat the wind of time. Then I saw a miracle, her eyes of… Continue reading

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Wildest dream

 Wildest dreams (Written in March 1980)   Time had passed, old wounds are healed. The sorrow, doesn’t bleed no-more.   Now the time, to be brave, to learn to live again. Find my… Continue reading

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