Category Archive: poet

-Dreams, wishes and reality

Dreams, wishes and reality. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Looking back in time. We realize we had a good life.                                Dreams, wishes and reality. Best days in a life are simple and… Continue reading →

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A old poem-Sweet pleasure and rare delight.

Sweet pleasure and rare delight. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights Sweet pleasure, rare delights. Some dreams should not be touched. They burn… Continue reading →

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_The Chelsea hotel

The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns… Continue reading →

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A poem for Spring

My goddess and beautiful muse of Spring   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and beautiful photo. coyotepoetrebloggeddayzea(Thank you  dayzea and Tumblr.) dayzea: Bringing this back because it was taken two early… Continue reading →

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-The portrait of you

  The portrait of you   Phantom dreams led me to you. You were my illusion of perfection. I was flattered when you condemn me to loving you forever by a gesture of… Continue reading →

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_The stillness of the night

The stillness of the night A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need places where we know peace and we can be who we are truly are.                      The stillness of the night Real… Continue reading →

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A re-write for modern times-Everybody knows

I borrow a few lines from Leonard Cohen. Sometime we need to learn emotion and feelings from people who lived a long life.) “Everybody knows” Mr. President, Senate and the House of Rep.… Continue reading →

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Four short poems

Four short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Attempt at short poetry.      Silence The house is silence now. The children have left. The silence isn’t golden my love. ——– Loveless… Continue reading →

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Some song and poetry.

If we make it through December Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin… Continue reading →

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36 year old poetry-Little had changed

Whiskey dreams are still the same A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams of youth I still hold on to. Not for me this time. For my children.          … Continue reading →

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