Category Archive: Poetry and story

Truth or dare?

Poetry A Poem by Coyote PoetryTake no chance, have no fun? Truth or dare? She offered me a smile and a hello. I was besieged by her beauty and she asked me to dance… Continue reading

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The liar’s moon….

Liar’s moon A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must pray for love.”                        Liar’s moon… The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him… Continue reading

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The gales of Winter…

The gales of Winter… Lake or sea, the mighty water never sleep. When the sea is quiet, the lake is resting. Danger is near.  I believe, all of us, are like the long… Continue reading

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Saving Amber- part three and four..

Saving Amber- part three A Chapter by Coyote Poetry“What hide in the dark. It will come out and hunt”                              … Continue reading

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Saving Amber- part one…part two…

Saving Amber- part one A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A story, part one.                         Saving Amber… Coyote and his baby coyotes were looking… Continue reading

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Halloween Santa….

Halloween Santa A Story by Coyote PoetryA Halloween tale.                          Halloween Santa… Grandpa told the boys. Stay away from the haunted farmhouse. Signs… Continue reading

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No shame in love…

No shame in love A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove is everything. Everything is love.                         No shame in love….. (Received some motivation from Ben Jonson) I confessed to the lonely moon, how beautiful and… Continue reading

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Come live with me and be my love…

Come live with me and be my love A Poem by Coyote PoetryI stole a line from the great writer Christopher Marlowe                                       Come live with me and be my love…. (Come live with… Continue reading

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You are my masterpiece….

 You are my masterpiece…. I saw you drinking and dancing alone. You were still as beautiful as in the Spring of 1978 when our eyes met for the first time. I remember you… Continue reading

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We had the month of May, once.

We had the month of May, once…. Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading

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