Category Archive: coyote poetry

Dear Fabiola

Dear Fabiola     (Now nothing remains the same)   Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your… Continue reading

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You are my poetry.

 You are my poetry Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading

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California

   California Once fearless man loved the Pacific, once brave man loved the hippy girls who sang and drank all night long. Once free man, don’t like his cage, no-more. He remember the… Continue reading

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Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart.

 Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart. She was so damn pretty and she moved through life like a panther in the free forest on the hunt. Her eyes were black as coal and… Continue reading

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The city of lights or anywhere.

   The city of lights or anywhere. We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris. Kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lover’s… Continue reading

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Those were the days, my friend.

 Those were the days, my friend A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face and she saw me looking at her. We waited for a few seconds. She… Continue reading

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The stranger and the Poet’s song.

The stranger and the poet’s song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The stranger and the poet’s song     Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not… Continue reading

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Merry Christmas and some words

My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980, I gave to my grandfather- Rewritten 29 December 2015 and now I am the grandfather) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from… Continue reading

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My sea love

My sea love Once we were brave. We kissed, we took off our clothing and we left the lights on. I remember you told me. “I am tire of the darkness, I am… Continue reading

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Be quiet dear lover

 Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning. You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain. The Germany Winter… Continue reading

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