Category Archive: john coyote

Letters and promises…

Letters and promises     You saved me once my dear Julie. Your kind and sweet words upon sheets of paper made me wish and hope for a better tomorrow. You wrote me.… Continue reading

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Lucie Silvas songs and some words.

Nothing else matters     Once love strong, now love that fell asleep. You were the prettiest red-hair girl I knew and I remember you told me in the Winter of 1991 when… Continue reading

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Sometime we steal and loan kisses…

Sometime we must steal and loan kisses Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin’s tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat. Once she wanted everything and more, now she needed the… Continue reading

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Happy Earth day

First flower seeking the sun. April 20. Nature blessings, all around us. The water, the earth and the sky.  We must seek the beautiful places. The flowing river going to the great lakes.… Continue reading

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Barefoot dreams…

Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and kind friends make distance places sweet dreams in old age.      Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading

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Bishop Briggs songs and some words.

 Dead man arms Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading

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Hemingway’s whiskey…

Hemingway’s whiskey     Hemingway saw war, he loved, he drank and he danced with the pretty gals throughout the four corners of my world. I tried to follow his path, to seek… Continue reading

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Nick Cave and P.J Harvey- Monday song. Some words.

Maybe, maybe not     Maybe, maybe not she whispered. We watched the sea and I journeyed into her eyes. She told me. When you open locked doors, spread the legs wide. Are… Continue reading

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Longing, belonging and our secrets…

  Longing, belonging and our secrets Lover, lover, lover. Once we loved the long nights, once the wine tasted sweeter. Now our longing, belonging and our secrets, are bloody finger prints on a over-painted… Continue reading

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Empty spaces…

Empty spaces A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem of question.                                    Empty spaces The world is quiet.… Continue reading

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