Category Archive: john coyote

Mercy

The mercy She was like a blessed mermaid from the Pacific. She came to me on a Fall night when the moon was full. She asked me at the midnight hour. Have you… Continue reading

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‘Two out of three ain’t bad’

  Two out of three ain’t bad   I told her. I will be your Hemingway and you can be my Agnes . You will be my beloved and untold story. I have… Continue reading

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Black as the night’

  Black as the night   Love is sweet and love can be so deadly. I knew Jenny was so damn beautiful. Youthful eyes and woman perfect curves, make a wise man become… Continue reading

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Saving Amber- part three and four

Saving Amber- part three A Chapter by Coyote Poetry New chapter Saving Amber- part three   Amber told Coyote her story and she described her dreams. Even as a child, the monsters haunted… Continue reading

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Promises and wishes’

Promises and wishes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Promises and wishes   “I loved you since the first day I met you. You became my dream the day you walked into… Continue reading

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I wanna fall in love

Once, I was seeking the Hemingway life. Running toward war and away from love and life. Somehow I found the J.D Salinger silence. Once, bold and foolish man. Now he sit by the… Continue reading

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Free bird- one of my favorite songs.

Free bird   We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know love could be set on fire, burn and be forgotten when the straw and paper dispersed to the sky… Continue reading

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‘My ambrosia’

My Ambrosia Exposed legs, open bottle of wine and the dust of the day is a-coming. You have waited for me. You sat near the window and swam in deep thoughts. I wondered… Continue reading

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Saving Amber- part three

Saving Amber- part three A Chapter by Coyote Poetry New chapter Saving Amber- part three   Amber told Coyote her story and she described her dreams. Even as a child, the monsters haunted… Continue reading

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One more time’

One more time   Should I stay or should I go? Should we create a fire, we cannot put out. I whispered sweet baby, just one more time. Just one more kiss and… Continue reading

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