Category Archive: john coyote

Nature poetry

Nature Poetry The mountain range, standing strong and beautiful. Art for the people who love the open and free spaces. The free climbers love the hard climbs and unknown endings. Finding secret and… Continue reading

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“The lady in the black dress”

The lady in the black dress Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading

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Dear Michigan

Dear Michigan Promises made and promises broken. Left me where I started. I left you in Michigan trying to find the place where I could feel alive. I found wars, new cities and… Continue reading

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Letters

A letter-  Dear Amanda   I am writing you a letter. Just words to be read and I wanted you to know. You are my everything. You are my mystery to try to… Continue reading

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One more time my love

One more time my love In sweet dream, I paint on a empty canvas, the beauty of your face, the softness of your lips. We were world apart and once, we try to… Continue reading

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Can’t be loved

  Can’t be loved The prettiest lady I ever knew, she told me often. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the light of love, leave you bleeding and needing. Fairy tale beginnings become just… Continue reading

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I will care of you

I will take care of you dear lover Ancient Poet wrote. You can be killed off with kisses and loving eyes can turn cold and dark. Pretty Beth whispered. Take me, make me… Continue reading

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“Let’s drink and pray for more”

Let’s drink and pray for more Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor, barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin, her wild eyes searched for what she… Continue reading

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Flesh and bones

Flesh and bones (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.)     I fell from the top of the mountain and   I stood with so… Continue reading

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“The heartstrings”

The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasses with soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes. He knew she was playing… Continue reading

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