Category Archive: coyote poetry

Have mercy

Have mercy   Pretty girl, she told me. Chameleons faces we have, we have become strangers to self, forgot who we were. Once we were whiskey drinking people, who sang and danced, all… Continue reading

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Wild horses

Wild horses   We laid bare on the patio, allowing the moonlight to caress our skin. She wanted to make love at the midnight hours on the closed-in patio, as the rain gentle… Continue reading

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The Bacchus prayer

The Bacchus prayer   She whispered, come hither, come near. The setting moon is watching us learn the Bacchus prayer.   “Chainless souls, love the maddest nights. Those who drink and they know… Continue reading

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My Michigan dream

My Michigan dream   “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here, I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe.… Continue reading

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A Monterey Summer day

A Monterey Summer day   The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in… Continue reading

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“Death will bring peace”

Death will bring peace. A pretty and kind Angel sleeps alone. She turned from love and accepted solitude. In the darkness of lonely nights, she wished for more hello and less goodbyes.  … Continue reading

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Regards to a old memory’

Regards to a old memory I know love is never fair and sweet memory can turn sour. Love need perfect timing, place and same need. Rarely do two people meet at the same… Continue reading

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The willow tree

The willow trees   Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can.   The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I… Continue reading

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“My Joan of Arc”

My Joan of Arc   She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face… Continue reading

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The 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 prison… Continue reading

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