Category Archive: poem

The sinner’s prayer…

The sinner’s prayer   I knew every tavern on Highway 35 in Texas. I drank a beer and some whiskey in almost every one. Those Texas girls loved me. I could two-step and… Continue reading

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No regrets

I have no regrets A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Bad days become less painful with time and distance.) No regrets I stopped in Ann Arbor in June, year 2000. I liked to swim… Continue reading

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Thalia beautiful voice and some words.

Besamos mucho   Let us bathe in the quiet. You and I. The sun had gone and the moon is rising. And You and I. Alone by Lake St. Clair. Just us together… Continue reading

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Great music and a poem.

The black night and the shadow dance   A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive… Continue reading

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Butterfly kisses…

    Butterfly kisses Once my baby girl, once my world. We had Summer days at the beach, Wandered all the parks near, We shared the first day of school and I waited a… Continue reading

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Liar’s moon..

Liar’s moon A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                        Liar’s moon… The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him to recede to the… Continue reading

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I want to see you again…

I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good days become sweet dreams with time.                   I want to see you again. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of… Continue reading

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Waiting for a miracle…

  Waiting for a miracle I remember you, I remember us. You were my wild and untamed lady, and I was running to you, and I was running away from you in the… Continue reading

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Molly Malone said..

Molly Malone said. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                              Molly Malone said. “Sweet mistress Molly Malone” I caught the… Continue reading

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My oh my…

My oh my Johnnie was drinking hard whiskey, was watching the sea dance and the sky turn more blacker and dangerous on the Monterey Wharf last tavern. A sweet voice whispered, big storm… Continue reading

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