Category Archive: john coyote

The black night

The black night and the shadow dance   A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive… Continue reading

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Did we love? Did we bleed??

Did we love? Did we bleed?   Oh, la, la, l, dear love, I sang to you, I sang for us. We were whiskey nights and whiskey kisses. I loved you more than… Continue reading

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“Across the sea”

Across the sea   The dark Poet sat alone by the sea and he was watched the Georgia Atlantic ocean dance upon the empty 5am beach. He loved the early morning and he… 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… Continue reading

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California poetry

Dear Clinton, Michigan   You told me often, love wasn’t enough, the heart become too hidden with time and age. —— California isn’t enough I called my beautiful Jenny and I told her.… Continue reading

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The sea and the chess game.

Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila. The old man had few friends. People saw a old man with no-place to go. They do not sit with… Continue reading

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She’s crazy

She’s crazy   I was like my father I believed. I liked the whiskey and the gin and I loved the women too. I believe I was a rolling stone who wanted the… Continue reading

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The kind spring and the warm Summer days

Kind springs days and the warm Summer days   Forget me not, forget me forever. Winters cold is gone and the kind Spring days are here.   The cold Winter days made me… Continue reading

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The rose colored glasses

Rose colored glasses   Sin, gin and too many bad nights. Once we knew love and tonight we have forsaken kindness. I remember when. You and I. Held hands by the Lake Clair… Continue reading

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Sun, moon and the stars

The sun, the moon and the stars ————————————————————————————– She told me, pretty does, pretty do. Kind sun warmed our faces and our hearts, the moon light-up the darkness of the night and the… Continue reading

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