Category Archive: john coyote

“Dreaming of Texas”

Dreaming of Texas A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to have had danced many dances and knew a lot of laughter. A good life isn’t the money in the bank. It is the… Continue reading

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“I didn’t know”

I didn’t know A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Enjoy.                          I didn’t know My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only.… Continue reading

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“What is true and what is not”

What is true and what is not? A Poem by Coyote Poetry A sad poem. A friend died. Needed words to keep his face alive.                              What is true and what is not… Continue reading

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“Write, write and write some more”

Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?… Continue reading

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The song of love

Song of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today.                                Song of love Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant… Continue reading

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The first time I saw your face

The first time I saw your face-Two short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                      The first time I saw your face-Two short poems. ——— Paint me Elegant lady told me.… Continue reading

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“Turn, turn, turn”

Turn, turn, turn The old poet sang a lullaby. Sensual woman whispered to me once. Come live with me and be my lover and I will be your salvation and you will be… Continue reading

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The tango lullaby

Tango lullaby Loving lady is waiting for me. Her black tight dress covering up little. Allowing her long tan legs to tempt my visions when I arrived at the night club. She had her… Continue reading

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The night is young(Great music and dance)

The night is young and the night is long, my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry New words. The night is young and the night is long, my love I saw you perfect… Continue reading

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“Don’t pray for dead men. Pray for the live ones”

Don’t pray for dead men. Pray for the live ones. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to… Continue reading

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