Category Archive: poet

The wild roses

Wild roses   I knew her. Her beauty had tempted me for many months and she would dance with me when the songs were good. She was a long legged woman who had… Continue reading

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Yael Naim song and some words.

Toxic Extraordinary beauty danced alone. Green eyes offered me glances of come and dance a forbidden dance. Wise men know to run when the siren called. Foolish men fall to the landscape of… Continue reading

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The wild and the tamed..

The wild and the tamed A Poem by Coyote Poetry Is is better to play dead or create fear?                             The wild and the tamed. Some men don’t fear death. They don’t believe in… Continue reading

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Melanie song and a poem.

Leftover wine Once, you and I, we tried to catch the wind. Once, you and I, tried to touch the clouds. We marvel at our world and we danced freely with the wildflowers… Continue reading

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Payment due…

Payment due A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                               Payment due The year 1991, late Winter. I finished my… Continue reading

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I called your name…

I called your name A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                             I called your name I called your name standing… Continue reading

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Purgatory Inn– Conversation with a Siren..

Purgatory Inn —  “Conversation with a Siren”   Always good company at the Purgatory Inn.  Chess games are being played. Long and deep conversation being done. Purgatory Inn, never closes and always entertaining. … Continue reading

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Purgatory Inn and no place to go..

Purgatory Inn and no place to go.     I have the long Island ice tea, fresh and cold, bartender keep them coming. They love the big tippers. Purgatory Inn is open early… Continue reading

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Folly..

Folly     Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost.     We can ascend and we can… Continue reading

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Three old poems. Young man eyes.

The whore bath A Poem by Coyote Poetry,  Written in 1992 Sometime we must think and make wise decisions. The whore bath Large shining teeth, telling me the way to heaven. I will find… Continue reading

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