Category Archive: Poetry and story

The weeping song…

The weeping song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                              The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come to… Continue reading

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The Coyote is dancing…

The Coyote is dancing Once, locked-up man knew the solace  and the mercy of the kind lakes. Once, the free man danced with the stars and the moon. In the mist of the… Continue reading

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If it be your will…

If it be your will   I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn hair and hazel eyes. Soft tears were falling her eyes and I went to her.  I… Continue reading

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The Iron Mountain song…

The Iron Mountain song. A Story by Coyote Poetry Just words. The Iron Mountain song     I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw… Continue reading

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Bad, bad woman

Bad, bad woman She was the finest lady at the Stray cat Inn. She was wearing her tight black dress showing off her strong legs and robust breasts. Her beautiful face was seeking… Continue reading

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Ravishing beauty dancing alone…

Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hard to brake down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget. Ravishing beauty dancing alone We will masquerade  as many people.… Continue reading

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The lazy days

The Lazy days     I love our lazy days, no place to go, no place to be. The barefoot days, the beach days. Where we walk the beach at 5 am, drink… Continue reading

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Nancy Sinatra song and a poem

The cursed lullaby Once our love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Agnes and I was your willing Hemingway. Willing to pay the… Continue reading

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Empty spaces

Empty spaces A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem of question.                                    Empty spaces Once I was dancing,… Continue reading

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Two guitars…

Two guitars I  hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed real blood and I called you and I told you my love. I have forgiven you and I haven’t forgotten you. If you… Continue reading

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