Category Archive: john coyote

Did I do, all I could do?

Did I do all, I could do, in the time I was given? (For the dear singer Joey, her memory still bring tears to my eyes)   Dear lord, I am getting so… Continue reading

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“Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.”

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad   I painted pretty pictures for us, I made landscape of perfect and beautiful places, but we danced on the thread of real words. We… Continue reading

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“The intoxication kiss”

The intoxicating kiss   The wine, the songs and the foolishness. These three temptations make me shred my wisdom and my logic. Her intoxication kiss made me know great madness and I needed… Continue reading

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“The waltz of the Angels”

The waltz of the Angels   I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming, Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a… Continue reading

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Happy or sad?

Happy or sad?   Pretty poet asked, Monterey dark poet, are you drinking by the sea tonight?   He looked at her pretty face and he whispered.   The sea is kind, always… Continue reading

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Remembering the fragrance of Winter

Remembering the fragrance of Winter   I had lived the soldier life. The warm days of Spring did not bring love. The lucky sought the rendezvous with the sweetness of love when the… Continue reading

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The lucky or the crazy.

The lucky or the crazy We danced by the light of the moon, every Saturday and Sunday we came and watched the sun fall into the sea.   I watched you write my… Continue reading

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Capture love’

Captive love   My lady of May became my Summer lover, my kind and sweet woman had seized my heart and she awoke my slumbering heart.   I  whispered to her, lullabies of… Continue reading

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“The coming storms”

The coming storm.   Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words.   She whispered… Continue reading

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Angie

Angie I remember our days and nights at Big Sur, you were my imperfection angel. You wanted, just enough and you allowed your dreams to die. You enchante me by speaking careless words… Continue reading

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