Category Archive: poem

Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate…

   Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate … The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning. You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain. The Germany… Continue reading

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We loan, we borrow and we steal…

We loan, we borrow and we stole… The Winter of 1978, we create boundless nights, we made  thousand promises for love and you taught me. We loan, we borrow and we stole.  The… Continue reading

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Blue eyed girl…

The blue eyed girl A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem with a rewrite from 1992. I found a book with loads of unpublished poetry. From 20 years ago. I was free and mad.… Continue reading

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Spin the bottle…

Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe game of youth get used without our permission with old age.                    Spin the bottle…. Old man sat alone. Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn… Continue reading

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P.J Harvey and a poem. Bitter branches.

 Bitter branches…. Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches  and remember skeletons and blunders.The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the body… Continue reading

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Twisted dance of love…

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

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Dreaming of Scotland…

Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote PoetryFor a sweet woman. I won’t forget.                        Dreaming of Scotland…. She was as pretty as a picture.Fate had brought her to me at a dark tavern… Continue reading

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The lucky one…

The lucky one A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe gift of love. No more honored gift.                                The lucky one… She offered me a smile and a hello.I was besieged by her beauty.She asked me… Continue reading

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You cross my mind in the midnight hours….

The dance… Love is a wild dance.Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begin to create separation.The once perfect dance because… Continue reading

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Turn, turn, turn and beautiful Judy Collins singing.

Turn, turn, turn…. The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover.I will be your salvation and you will be my rock to keep… Continue reading

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