Category Archive: poem

My Grandfather rose bushes

  Grandfather’s rose bushes   My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the roses.… Continue reading

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‘The twisted dance of love’

The twisted dance of love.   Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A rewrite from December, 1988.     The twisted dance of love (Written in 1988)   I lay beside you in… Continue reading

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Break me, make me believe’

Break me, make me believe   I want to be here. This is the place I need to be, Pretty lady. Break me, make me believe in you. Make me believe in the… Continue reading

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‘Forget me not’

Forget me not   —- She told me, flattery will get you everywhere, please make me feel loved and wonderful. I need someone, to be their, everything. Even if just sweet lies, dear… Continue reading

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‘My great love’

My great love   Do we supposed to love but once?   Where have my ancient lover’s gone?   Chain of passion and spiritual journeys leave me with kind faces in dreams.  … Continue reading

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‘My grandfather house

My Grandfather house   (First written on 14 March 1982.   Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to an old man.   I… Continue reading

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“Folly”

Folly   Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending. Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost. we can ascend and we can fall,   Echoes… Continue reading

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Hey brother, hey sister.

Hey brother, hey sister   I remember young men and women. Living, loving, drinking and dancing. Living life fearlessly without regret. Hey brothers, hey sisters. I remember you. We were hopeful, foolish and… Continue reading

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Once upon a time’

Once upon a time   I found you at the mall walking and I kept a distance from you. I was just looking at a sweet dream lost, I wondered did you remember… Continue reading

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The Rising sun’

The rising sun   I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty… Continue reading

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