Category Archive: poem

The Scottish kisses

The Scottish kisses It was 1978 and the long days of Summer were here. Early June, warm days, weekend activities and weekend adventures to discover new places. I found safety in the German… Continue reading

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The rising sun and the falling moon

  (The rising sun, the falling moon A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for my new book. The Island.)      The rising sun, the falling moon   Prettiest lady, I ever seen,… Continue reading

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Idyllic

Idyllic     A Poem by Coyote Poetry Poetry for the book I am writing, The island.                             Idyllic We shall… Continue reading

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The crazy ones

The crazy ones   You and I, we knew the sacred fire of love once. You and I, we were like careless children whispering promises of the love words, we couldn’t keep. You… Continue reading

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My celestial beauty

Celestial beauty “He sees his love, and nothing else he sees.”—Thomas Campion You are my folly and my blessings, you are my perfect night and my sweetest days. You love to take one… Continue reading

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Broken promises

Broken promises   We went un-chartered territory, unbounded places where regret is forgotten. Where pleading, screaming and begging is accepted. You were a storm, overtaking my body and my mind. The allure of… 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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Can return no-more

(Can return no more. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and actions can create bridges that can’t be repaired.)   Can return no-more   We can dwell in paradise, swim in pleasure and… Continue reading

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Tempting fate

Tempting fate   I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my face, I am walking away from place of love turn black, I left a lady crying and alone.… Continue reading

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I never left Michigan

I never left Michigan Years ago. I wanted to see the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London.… Continue reading

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