Category Archive: poetry

Last chance saloon…

 Last chance saloon…. I was the Monday night closer manager at the Purgatory Inn. I was counting the money and a pretty lady was waiting for me. I watched her roll her cigarette… Continue reading

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A witness to life…

A witness to life A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words                          A witness to life… (My friend Don and his baby girl in 2004. His last visit to my home.) I left the Army… Continue reading

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Write on me….

Write on me…. The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover.I told the night stars. Thank you for the  sacred mornings awaking with you near and thelong darkness… 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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Hemingway last dance…

Hemingway last dance A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words.                   Hemingway last dance…. I returned Monterey in late May of 2018.  I fell in love with her… Continue reading

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If I knew…

 If I knew… ——————————————————————                          Once… Stealing kisses, hands falling together, finding new place to be discovered. We loved so damn hard.… Continue reading

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The Letting Go (a five-part poem)

Please enjoy the words of the talented writer. Allison Grayhurst The Letting Go   I   Blast               Blast your devil’s heart, make it into paper confetti, take it into outer space… Continue reading

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…TODO DE MÍ… ALL OF ME…

Amazing words shared by a talented writer. Can be translated.

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Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars for the crying night moon

 Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars for the crying night moon…. Once a beautiful woman believed love was grand, the kisses would become sweeter and love would save her. She would find me… Continue reading

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She wore flowers in her hair…

She wore flowers in her hair A Poem by Coyote PoetryA re-write  She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my place in life,I decide a trip… Continue reading

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