Category Archive: muse

For Poetry day- The coastline…

The Coastline A Poem by Coyote PoetryIn 1991, I drove from Michigan to California. I wrote this poem the day I saw the Ocean. The Coastline…. I fell in love with her on a… Continue reading

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She danced by the light of the candles…

She danced by the light of the candles….. Sitting by the bay.Watching the sun fall into the sea. I’m a street poet of the night and I wear Army greens in the day. I’m waiting… Continue reading

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Wild horses….

 Wild horses… Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence… 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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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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The lucky one…

The lucky one A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe gift of love. No more honored gift.                                The lucky one… She offered me a smile and a hello.I was besieged by her beauty.She asked me… Continue reading

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Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched…

(Thank you Mahafsoun for the photo)     Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched       You have taunted my dreams and made me wish for  sordid and frenzy nights, captured in your… Continue reading

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You are my lake Gichigami prayer

(mariareginapittemonteiro) You are my Lake Gichigama prayer     Once we danced in Paris, once we fell in love in Basel and once we loved the big cities and the sea. Kelli, Kelli… Continue reading

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Free-falling…

Free-falling (A unforgettable muse) Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine and discoverer of new and unknown places. I… Continue reading

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We get what we deserve

 We get what we deserve I wrote on the bar napkin, a name of a kind woman who is dead to me now. Once the Bacchus wine made lovers of us, we were… Continue reading

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