Category Archive: poem

Concrete angel…

Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I… Continue reading

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The serene stillness

The serene stillness Busy life, work and no play Johnnie. He learn life is more than seeking money. In the serene stillness, he remember his daughter laughter, her love of butterflies. He remember… Continue reading

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The black night and the shadow dance…

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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Call a friend, may need a voice. (If I make it till the Spring.)

  I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem written in 1989. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family.… Continue reading

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Leonard Cohen song Wednesday

  Once you told me, I love you, I need you. Now the blessed words had turned so damn dirty. I told you, I love you still, but now our love is a… Continue reading

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Stripped to the bone

(Adult poetry) Stripped to the bone I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words.… Continue reading

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Some Jessi Colter song and a few words.

I am here   Loneliest man in the bar, drinking alone. He told the smoking cigarette and the empty whiskey glass, you knew the ending at the beginning. A soft hand touched his… Continue reading

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Velvet and silk dreams…

 Velvet and silk dreams ———————————————–                  Those eyes A sweet girl told me once, I love you Johnnie, I do. I looked into her brown eyes… Continue reading

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Idyllwild…

(I need a year in Idyllwild, California.)  Idyllwild Last May 2018. I drove for one hour up a mountain range to Idyllwild.  My brother own a house on the mountain. No population, no… Continue reading

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The last chance saloon…

The last chance saloon I was the Monday night closer manager at the Purgatory Inn. I was counting the money and a pretty lady was waiting for me. I watched her roll her… Continue reading

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