Category Archive: john coyote

“Drink of me dear lover”

Drink of me my dear lover       I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and good sound. I roamed to her every weekend for five years. The… Continue reading

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We lies, we died and I still wanted you”

 We lies, we died and I still wanted you We lay in a bed of mercy, you and I, we bleed-out all the kindness we once knew. You told me often, “my soldier,… Continue reading

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“Spin the bottle”

Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. He told me, “Damn if you do, damn if you don’t. Life is like spin the bottle and playing with your sister. All you get is… Continue reading

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Some day are perfect’

Some days are perfect   Wine, dance and the song. The good days need to be  long and sweet. The tasty and sweet  wines opened the doors to new friendships and possibilities, new… Continue reading

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“Forget me not”

Forget me not   I dreamed of you, I dreams of us. I picked-up the phone. I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine. I dreamed of… Continue reading

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“The wicked waltz”

This wicked waltz   Perfect beauty is waiting for me and she is dressed in a perfect red rose  dress. Her tempting shoulders and her flowing auburn hair make my blissful creature. My… Continue reading

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Lake St. Clair prayer

A Lake St. Clair prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry I spend the day alone by Lake St. Clair. Wrote many new poems.                               A Lake St. Clair prayer I’m far from my… Continue reading

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The fire, the flame and you

Fire, the flames and you   You are my river of joy, my muse in  the mist of confusion.   I have hurt myself often, set fire to my dreams and watched my… Continue reading

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Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm     “Bad dream again, anger blasting my thoughts, Mad men killing and I don’t understand. 15 year girl, Leila Hernandez, covered and protected her brother body and she… Continue reading

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I want to love a bonnie girl- Verbal poetry

   I want to love a bonnie girl I am dreaming of dear Scotland again, once my pretty Sheena and I, we were drunk in love. We knew wanderlust of roaming the German… Continue reading

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