Category Archive: Poetry and story

“Drunk man calling”

Drunk man calling A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how we remember faces and places when alcohol open the door to memories.        Drunk man calling It is 3 am in the morning.… Continue reading

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“Missing pieces-part two

Missing pieces. Part two A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we can find the missing pieces. It can close doors that are needed to be shut and understood.               Missing pieces.     Part two.… Continue reading

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“The missing pieces”

The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.    … Continue reading

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Dark days of Texas-part two

Dark days of Texas-part two A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A story.        Dark days of Texas-part two — — Wolf woman Sherry didn’t like the Last Chance saloon.  Just people in the… Continue reading

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Wildflower

 Wildflower     A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and song.   Wildflower   Wildflower   My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are swimming… Continue reading

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Michigan poetry-T.L.C

Tender loving care     A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward.                                      Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap… Continue reading

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“Mystical places”

Mystical places   A Poem by Coyote Poetry First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.                                Mystical… Continue reading

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“A wild bird”

A wild bird   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people need freedom. To lock them up. They will fade away and die.               —— A wild… Continue reading

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“I didn’t know”

I didn’t know   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Enjoy.                          I didn’t know My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today… Continue reading

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La petite mort

La petite mort   Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                              Petite mort She was a portrait of beauty. Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace.… Continue reading

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