Category Archive: love

Mojo a-coming and a Jim Morrison poem.

Mojo a-coming…  I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead?The damn war taught me, Johnnie was… Continue reading

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A one way street….

 A one way street, baby (I loved love. Love didn’t love me.) Pretty lady called me lover, she called me friend. She told me, I need you near and please hang around dear… Continue reading

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Jennifer…

Jennifer A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust tattoos words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written.  Jennifer…. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown Monterey in early… Continue reading

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Broken bones, unkempt promises…

Broken bones, unkempt promises A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhat are the value of words?                          Broken bones, unkempt  promises… Fools’ dances in wishes and dreamers believe love is priceless and the only worthwhile goal… Continue reading

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The liar’s moon….

Liar’s moon A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must pray for love.”                        Liar’s moon… The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him… Continue reading

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No shame in love…

No shame in love A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove is everything. Everything is love.                         No shame in love….. (Received some motivation from Ben Jonson) I confessed to the lonely moon, how beautiful and… Continue reading

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Come live with me and be my love…

Come live with me and be my love A Poem by Coyote PoetryI stole a line from the great writer Christopher Marlowe                                       Come live with me and be my love…. (Come live with… Continue reading

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You are my masterpiece….

 You are my masterpiece…. I saw you drinking and dancing alone. You were still as beautiful as in the Spring of 1978 when our eyes met for the first time. I remember you… Continue reading

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We had the month of May, once.

We had the month of May, once…. Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading

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The sweetest gal…

  The sweetest gal… I brought the most beautiful girl near and I raised my glass to the sky in the dark tavern. I said aloud.“Drink to you, drink to me and drink… Continue reading

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