Category Archive: john coyote

Free bird…

  Free bird We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know love could be set on fire, burn and be forgotten when the straw and paper dispersed to the sky… Continue reading

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A poem- lullabye and a song. By Hope

    Lullabye Did we lie? Did we love? Did we forget? ——————————————————– Once love inferno, became water down love. Our warm bed, became cold. ———————————————————- I sang lullabye of forever once upon a… Continue reading

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Celestial beauty…

Celestial beauty   “He sees his love, and nothing else he sees.”—Thomas Campion   You are my folly and my blessings. You are my perfect night and my sweetest days. You love to… Continue reading

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The parable of the flowers

jedyoong(Thank you for the photo) The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man     She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas.  I went nightly… Continue reading

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Johnnie is singing the low, low man blues

♥♥♥♥~~~~♥♥♥♥~~~~♥♥♥♥~~~~♥♥♥♥ coyotepoet     Johnnie is singing the low, low man blues     Johnnie told the pretty lady near at the Stray Cat Inn. The whiskey isn’t strong enough to kill the… Continue reading

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The fearless and daring

The fearless and the daring       We drank the September Germany wine and we found our private place where we locked the doors, allowed no-one in. We fell into blissful madness… Continue reading

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Once upon a time…

Once upon a time   I found you at the mall walking and  I kept an distance from you. I was just looking at a sweet dream lost. I wondered did you remember… Continue reading

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Liars moon lullaby…

 Liar’s moon lullaby I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax  shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces, for the… Continue reading

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You are in Paris and I’m here…

You are in Paris and I’m here   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and thoughts.                         You are in Paris and I’m here I hurt myself again today and I allowed you… Continue reading

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Windmills of your mind…

   Windmills of your mind Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days. Now old age is upon me, the windmills of my… Continue reading

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