Category Archive: poetry

Old love.

Old love. She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading

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You are my Lake Gichigumi prayer.

You are my Lake Gichigumi prayer. Once we danced in Paris, once we fell in love in Basel and once we loved the big cities and the sea. Kelli, Kelli my dearest Kelli.… Continue reading

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The lady in the black dress.

The lady in the black dress. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading

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Waling with giants. Number one.

Walking with giants- number one… My two grand-boys are sleeping in the other room at 5am. I awoke early after a good dream and the house is quiet. I dreamed about my grandfathers.… Continue reading

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Run with the wind and dance with the sea.

Run with the wind and dance with the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When life make us sad. Need to find reason and purpose.                       Run with the wind. Dance with the sea…… Continue reading

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Some days can be perfect.

Some days can be perfect. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading

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Morning glory.

Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near.                                 Morning glory. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading

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One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? And a beautiful Aurora song.

One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrap me?Am I the captive or the guard?One, two, three, four. Did we dance?Prey or predator, we… Continue reading

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The waltz of the flower. And a beautiful Ekaterina Shelehova song.

The waltz of the flower…A Poem by Coyote Poetry  For the days of May                 The waltz of the flowers. “He prayeth best, who loveth best.All things both… Continue reading

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I am drinking alone.

Drinking alone. Once in Bosnia, A beautiful Gypsy lady told me. Love isn’t your strength. You are cold hearted bastard, and you will die alone if you don’t learn. You don’t walk alone.… Continue reading

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