Category Archive: Poetry and story

“The disease”

The DISEASE     Two strangers sat together in the Austin, Texas Jazz club. Discussing things that didn’t matter anymore.   The woman looked at the man. She told him. “I was once… Continue reading →

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“Secret places and hidden wishes”

Secret places and hidden wishes   I have  been dreaming of you again my beautiful Liz.  I saw your face today and I was driven to madness. I wanted to call you and… Continue reading →

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“I remember you”

  I remember you.   The summer days were long and the splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun. Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot Summer  days. Thaw… Continue reading →

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“Idyllic”

Idyllic     We shall know never-more, we shall know ever-more and we one day. We shall know nothing more. Once wise writer told us. Death, is when we become forgotten. Once brave… Continue reading →

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“The rising sun, the falling moon

The rising sun, the falling moon A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for my new book. The Island.      The rising sun, the falling moon         Prettiest lady, I… Continue reading →

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Dead flowers.

Dead flowers       I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to… Continue reading →

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I want to love a bonnie girl.

 I want to love a bonnie girl I am dreaming of dear Scotland again, once my pretty Sheena and I, we were drunk in love. We knew wanderlust of roaming the German places… Continue reading →

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“Roses and lovers”.

Roses and lovers “O my love, O my love. I said: Let me fall or stand, let me fall or stand, let me live or die, but this once hear me speak- O… Continue reading →

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Almost to California

 Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She were waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading →

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Please tell me a story.

  Please tell me a story       Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty… Continue reading →

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