Category Archive: john coyote

Waiting for a miracle…

  Waiting for a miracle I remember you, I remember us. You were my wild and untamed lady, and I was running to you, and I was running away from you in the… Continue reading

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Molly Malone said..

Molly Malone said. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                              Molly Malone said. “Sweet mistress Molly Malone” I caught the… Continue reading

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My oh my…

My oh my Johnnie was drinking hard whiskey, was watching the sea dance and the sky turn more blacker and dangerous on the Monterey Wharf last tavern. A sweet voice whispered, big storm… Continue reading

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Cigarettes and sassy…

Cigarettes and sassy     You were the most beautiful, the most dangerous lady, I knew. You were my angry lady, sassy and always seeking new thrills. I loved your dark side and… Continue reading

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Yesterday..

 So pretty Please walk with me, please talk with me. Allow our hearts to become one. I want my hand holding your hand and I want you to hear you sing, sweet love… Continue reading

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Yesterday…

 Yesterday I am in the Fall of a life. Death whispered in my ear. Old heart and my tire soul seem to need and want less. Maybe I have given-in, given-up. Once I… Continue reading

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Some verbal poetry and some photos.

Dodge Park, Sterling Heights. Thank you for the park, the running water. Thank you for the places where children can laugh and pray. I hope everyone is doing well. Have some fun and… Continue reading

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same Old Lang Syne

Same Old Lang Syne   Old letter saved in a box. Once the sweetest words I knew from a kind woman. Now became heavy memories. I found her again in 1996 and we… Continue reading

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Please come home to me..

  Please come home to me I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful, the Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day,… Continue reading

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I need a wild heart…

I need a wild heart —- Love made me live   Beautiful woman told me. We need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love. Love come when love wants. The movement… Continue reading

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