Category Archive: coyote poetry

The color red

(Il problema è che mi ci immergo troppo, in tutto. Nelle canzoni, nelle promesse, nelle persone.) D. C. coyotepoet     The color red     Once my life was, dark and colorless,… Continue reading

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“Love had me learn, madness”

Love had me learn, madness A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Love had me learn, madness     -Break me-   Please break me, make me bleed, show me I’m alive. Make me… Continue reading

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Would you, could you?

Would you, could you? O so sweet, O so soft. My dearest miracle, I was alone till you blessed me with your sweet kiss and your gentle voice. Once I asked you. Would… Continue reading

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“Please come home to me”

Please come home to me I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful, the Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day, I… Continue reading

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The Island- part six

The Island- part six A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter finally.                                          … Continue reading

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“She’s crazy”

 She’s crazy I was like my father, I believed. I needed the whiskey and the gin. And I loved the women too. I believe I was a rolling stone who wanted the long… Continue reading

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Her gypsy heart

Gypsy heart     Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a… Continue reading

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Wild horses

 Wild horses Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence… Continue reading

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“Let’s drink and pray for more”

Let’s drink and pray for more Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor, barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin, her wild eyes searched for what she… Continue reading

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The coffee shop conversation

Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games.                                    Coffee shop conversation… Continue reading

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