Category Archive: john coyote

Last person standing….

Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend. We are walking on a dangerous edge. Nuclear Winter, new sickness and… Continue reading

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Everyone is a river

Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem, for new book, The Island.                                     … Continue reading

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Rose colored glasses…

 Rose colored glasses My brown eyes beauty, my Scottish girl dream, we made promises on floors of glass. You were everything sweet and beautiful and you made me feel loved. We were just… Continue reading

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A safe place, a kind face, maybe?

 A safe place, a kind face, maybe? Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind… Continue reading

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Her garden…

 Her garden I loved her from a-far, she was a true beauty. She loved working in her garden and she loved her roses and her natural herbs. We would talk of Dryden, Donne… Continue reading

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Free-falling…

Free-falling (A unforgettable muse) Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine and discoverer of new and unknown places. I… Continue reading

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Drink of me my dear lover…

“Drink of me my dear lover” A Poem by Coyote Poetry A re-write Drink of me my dear lover A Story byCoyote Poetry More Texas story.                                Drink of me my dear lover  … Continue reading

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You are my Spring blessing

(Steve  Hanks painting) You are my Spring blessing     Loveliest girl in my world, she drank her morning coffee and her tan bare feet moving with the morning song of the birds… Continue reading

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A wild bird…

A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes. She told me that “I love you, I need you. But I’m afraid. Afraid of losing myself in a emotion where I won’t… Continue reading

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Humble and kind…

Humble and kind The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life and he knew. He knows too… Continue reading

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