Category Archive: poem

“Thank you for the dance”

Thank you for the dance My bare foot lady danced by the sea, the moon is above and the stars are lighting up the night sky. I watched her dance, joyfully and content… Continue reading

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The lull of your lullaby

The lull of your lullaby     I thirst for darkness, not light, I seek wild dances, not the shade of real love that will fade, I want the divine kiss and the… Continue reading

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The city of lights or anywhere

The city of lights or anywhere. We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris, kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lover’s danced… Continue reading

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The memory of you

The memory of you, coffee and I.   The smell of coffee, ancient coffee shops  and you, blessed memories upon on old heart and mind. Once, you were my only fan. I wrote… Continue reading

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Lake Gichigana- The great lakes

Lake Gichigana   Once free land held a great nation, the first people lived in peace with the forest, the rivers and the big lake. Lake Gichigana was kind to the original people.… Continue reading

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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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Love behold, love be bold

Love behold, love be bold A Poem by Coyote Poetry Poetry for the new book, The island.                                  Love… 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.… Continue reading

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“Father never cried”

 Father never cried My father drank his rum and coke every night. As a child, I accepted his want to find peace in the rum. I would sit with him and I saw… Continue reading

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Promises

   Promises and a miracle Your soft hands in my hands, us together upon the soft bed. You smell of Summer flowers and we do not speak. We knew, love didn’t need words.… Continue reading

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