Category Archive: music

Everyone is a river and great song

  https://youtu.be/xeGDCvdx7_A (Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem, for new book, The Island.)   Everyone is a river   Nicole sat in her bra and pantie, her bare… Continue reading

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A memory, a story remembered.

A memory, a story remembered. ———————————————————– Everything   In the stillness of the night, you held me, so tightly.   You were my 2 am lover and my midnight dancer. Your kiss was… Continue reading

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Savior, Liar and Sinner

Savior, liar and sinner   Once I was saved. Pretty red-hair girl took my hands and she whispered, I love you Johnnie. Please don’t die, please live for me. She held me tightly… Continue reading

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The Island- part two

(The Island- Part two A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A story.)   The Island- part 2   Lana sat to the left of me and Nicole to the right. Lana told me, I… 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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Let us kiss and never part

Let us kiss and never part   She told the wandering soldier, be my love and stay with me in old Monterey. She brought his face into her warm bosom and she sang… Continue reading

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“Did I ever love you”

Did I ever love you?   Dying, lying, needing, bleeding.   Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop.   Love… Continue reading

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Have mercy

Have mercy   Pretty girl, she told me. Chameleons faces we have, we have become strangers to self, forgot who we were. Once we were whiskey drinking people, who sang and danced, all… Continue reading

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Wild horses

Wild horses   We laid bare on the patio, allowing the moonlight to caress our skin. She wanted to make love at the midnight hours on the closed-in patio, as the rain gentle… Continue reading

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A Monterey Summer day

A Monterey Summer day   The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in… Continue reading

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