Category Archive: love

_I called your name

I called your name A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and good music. I called your name Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First… Continue reading

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–The damns and the foolish

The Damns and the foolish A Poem by Coyote Poetry Austin, Texas bars bring the best of people together The Damns and the Foolish The ways and means committee at the local Tavern… Continue reading

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She serene me

She serene me with the sweet words of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words of love leave us weak and needing more.                                 She serene me with the sweet words of love… Continue reading

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Ann Arbor

Ann Arbor A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Ann Arbor The drunken poet drank his  Jack Daniel and cold tap beer in the Michigan tavern. A young man sat with and ordered… Continue reading

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–Stay with me my lover

Stay with me my lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry   Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears.   Stay… Continue reading

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-Strangers, trains and planes

Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be… Continue reading

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-Angels, muses and sirens

Angels, muses and sirens. A Story by Coyote Poetry There are good and bad death. I recommend you pick the proper one. Angels, muses and sirens. “Death did not beat me. I sacrificed… Continue reading

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-A lullaby for organized chaos

A lullaby for organized chaos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts. I hope you enjoy.                           A lullaby for organized chaos. We shall dance in heaven, earth and in hell. May… Continue reading

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One of my favorites. Dreaming of Scotland

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

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-Whim and follies

Whim and follies I told her. Sometimes good to go slow. Men will eat and eat, not stopping to taste or digest the food. He will forget to cherish the taste, the gentle… Continue reading

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