Category Archive: poem

‘Black as the night’

Black as the night Once we were sweet and beautiful. We feared nothing and we loved the song and the dance. You and I drank the Johnnie Walker Black Label whiskey straight nightly… Continue reading

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Look at me. See me.

Look at me. See me.   “President Trump pledged Thursday to keep the United States at the “top of the pack” in terms of nuclear weapons, expanding the nation’s nuclear arsenal if necessary… Continue reading

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‘Perhaps, perhaps’

Perhaps, perhaps my love The night is long and the drink is cheap. The music is good and the design of the night had brought her to me. Words are shared in the… Continue reading

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‘The moonlight and you’

The moonlight and you I found her again on a rainy Fall October night and I fell to my knees and I told her. When I lost you. I learn I could bleed… Continue reading

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Highway poetry

Highway poetry-short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Wander or slowly die She was so beautiful. She moved like a wild and free animal. I knew she was untamed and lusted… Continue reading

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My earth, our earth–A prayer

My earth, our earth–A prayer Dear Goddess of the morning sun. Thank you for the splendor of the new day. Thank you for the gifts of open and free valleys, the towering mountain… Continue reading

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A safe place to go

  A safe place to go Once we were wild horses. Once we loved the wide open road. Once all we needed was holding and loving each other though-out the long days and… Continue reading

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‘The tango’

The tango   Legs touching legs, body touching body and face touching face. two body connected in the song. You are my temptation, my Beatrice. We allow the Paris nights to show us… Continue reading

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‘I hate you, war’

I hate you, war A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.   I hate you, War Dear grandchild. I’m so sorry. I left you just blood and hate.  My father left me Vietnam… Continue reading

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‘Painted memories’

Painted memories My lovely Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth. I have so many canvases of us. You and I. Mirror reflections finding proper place. I have told the midnight hour , I  need the… Continue reading

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