Category Archive: john coyote

Her garden

Her garden A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Her garden I loved her from a-far, she was a true beauty. She loved working in her garden and she loved her roses and… Continue reading

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A voyage

A voyage A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A voyage   One, wild man was restless, fearless, a hurricane.   He loved rhyme, verse and epic poetry about love, war and nature.… Continue reading

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Measure and weight

A Poem by Coyote Poetry   What make us feel human and alive? I believe it is the love we embrace and the forgiveness we must understand and accept.   Measure and weight… Continue reading

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Cocoa beach

Cocoa beach I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend.” I heard in… Continue reading

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Memories

My Love I was intoxicated by you. My beautiful dark eyes muse, you made me beg for seconds of time, to be near you. You were a wild spirit tempting life, leaving my… Continue reading

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‘The crazy one’s

  The crazy one’s Beautiful lady can make me laugh when she dances to her own song. She is my crazy one. My wildflower who knows open roads and can make the sad… Continue reading

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‘Did I ever love you’

Did I ever love you? Dying. Lying. Needing. Bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love is just myth… Continue reading

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Permalink

I will sing the blues for you Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true. My baby left me, I’m so… Continue reading

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Three short poems.

Three short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need help editing. —————- A Spring flower Was a Spring flower, so tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower, that reached for the sky… Continue reading

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Cigarettes, whiskey and you.

Cigarettes, whiskey and you   I told you. Flawed and imperfect love. Destine places for the forgotten. We, who wandered on lonely path. Seekers of frenzy nights and calm days. Never content with… Continue reading

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