Category Archive: love

The saga of Veronica- part three- Mistress love..

The saga of Veronica- part three- Mistress love A Poem by Coyote PoetryOctober poetry number four.                             The saga of Veronica- part… Continue reading

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Saga of Veronica- part two- Entangled.

Saga of Veronica- part two- Entangled A Poem by Coyote PoetryOctober poetry number three.                     Saga of Veronica- part two- Entangled You and I, my beautiful… Continue reading

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Hell or high water…

 Upstream…. You were never easy. You were the day and I was the night, never stopping to keep our promises made. You were my sun and I was the moon, so much to… Continue reading

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Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate…

   Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate … The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning. You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain. The Germany… Continue reading

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We loan, we borrow and we steal…

We loan, we borrow and we stole… The Winter of 1978, we create boundless nights, we made  thousand promises for love and you taught me. We loan, we borrow and we stole.  The… Continue reading

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Mystical places…

Mystical places A Poem by Coyote PoetryFirst love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.                                Mystical places….. Many types… Continue reading

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Blue eyed girl…

The blue eyed girl A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem with a rewrite from 1992. I found a book with loads of unpublished poetry. From 20 years ago. I was free and mad.… Continue reading

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Twisted dance of love…

The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. A rewrite from December, 1988.                       The twisted dance of love                      (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the… Continue reading

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Dreaming of Scotland…

Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote PoetryFor a sweet woman. I won’t forget.                        Dreaming of Scotland…. She was as pretty as a picture.Fate had brought her to me at a dark tavern… Continue reading

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The raging water…

The raging water…. I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m  writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body near.… Continue reading

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