Category Archive: john coyote

Leftover wine…

 Leftover wine In Austin, Texas. Pretty woman confessed her sins to the bar room poet. He listen to her tales and he caught glimpses of soft tears falling for things that were in… Continue reading

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A mad man prayer…

A mad man prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry A rewrite                                         A mad man… Continue reading

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The dream surfer

  The dream surfer In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, the yearning heart seek… Continue reading

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The stray Cat inn…

The Stray Cat Inn The night  was dark and the night was long. The Poet was seeking final place to rest tonight. A  sign directed him north.  He found the last road on… Continue reading

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Mercy me…

 Mercy me We are dancing slow and easy to the blues, her body moving and grooving to the sound. Her eyes are closed, her shoes are off and her hips are feeling every… Continue reading

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Like a river

 Like a river I knew the first time I saw you. I wanted you. You were wild, untamed, loud and I wanted to fall into your storm. I went to you, rested my… Continue reading

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More than a name on the wall

More than a name on the wall (Freedom isn’t free. Some men and women, gave everything away for freedom.) I became the old soldier in the tavern now. Drinking with the  ghosts of… Continue reading

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Shipwreck memories…

Shipwreck memories A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                                      Shipwreck memories The irony of a long life. We will know joy and sadness. We will have good days and bad days. We will… Continue reading

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Big Sur, California. Chapter three

Big Sur, California. Highway 80 A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Third chapter.                      Big Sur, California. Highway 80              … Continue reading

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Bukowski poem— The most beautiful woman.

  The most beautiful woman     Everyday the most beautiful woman I knew, she sat with me at the Army mess hall and she looked at my face hard and she asked.… Continue reading

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