Category Archive: Poetry and story

I want to dance with you…

I want to dance with you         The night is long and the songs are good. You are looking so beautiful and your eyes are demanding my attention. I whispered… Continue reading

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Carved memories…

Carved memories       I found you holding the roses by the bedroom window. You  were adoring the falling sun and waiting for the Autumn moon to rise. I sat with you… Continue reading

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Lift your eyes…

Lift your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to open our eyes and find the good in each day.                          … Continue reading

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The songs of the seasons…

The songs of the seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale.                                The song of fall Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the… Continue reading

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First love- First poem published somewhere?

First love- A rewrite A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. 42 year old poem. Written in 1978 in Germany. First love       Once, in a sweet memory. A sweet and beautiful… Continue reading

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Only you

Only you (Written in December of 1990. Young and hopeful man poetry. Good to be young.) I feel you coming near, I feel the heat of passion awakening in my sleeping mind and… Continue reading

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Oh my lover…

Oh my lover       Kisses not resiste and interlacing bodies twisted-up in the Texas two-step. The hot Texas nights and lonely souls sharing time and the long Island ice tea. Sweet… Continue reading

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Toxic…

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… Continue reading

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A lullaby…

A lullaby   Old man memories become sweeter with time and distance. The old man wondered if she remember him, like he remembered her. He was twenty years old once and youth was… Continue reading

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Father never cries

 Father never cries (Written in November 1990) My father never cries, my father rarely smiled, my father eyes turned darker, because of life burden. His body and heart gave-up in the battle of… Continue reading

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