Category Archive: wine

The rising sun and 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 ever seen,… Continue reading

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“You forgave me”

You forgave me   I remember us. We were something. I chased you till you couldn’t run no-more. I promised you the moon, I promised you a ancient love. We drank aged wine… Continue reading

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The Bacchus prayer

The Bacchus prayer   She whispered, come hither, come near. The setting moon is watching us learn the Bacchus prayer.   “Chainless souls, love the maddest nights. Those who drink and they know… Continue reading

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In love with a Bonnie girl

In love with a Bonnie girl   The soldier drank the Johnnie Walker whiskey in a Austin, Texas tavern. He had came here every Friday for three months to talk to a Scottish… Continue reading

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A new poem. Can’t go back

Can’t go back A Poem by Coyote Poetry After breaking a heart. Better not to look back. Can’t return back to the place of sweetness, after burning down the bridges with bad actions… Continue reading

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Please come home to me.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just good song and story.                       Please come home to me I called you from Monterey. I told… Continue reading

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“Be an flexible branch than an dead root”

Be an flexible branch than an dead roots A Story by Coyote Poetry I learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot card reader.                             Be an… Continue reading

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“A wild bird”

  A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes. She told me that “I love you. I need you.” But I’m afraid. Afraid of losing myself in a emotion where I… Continue reading

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Dear lover

Dear lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry People can fall together for the wrong reasons.                                  Dear lover I have learn too late. The words not spoken and the letters never written. Are… Continue reading

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I needed a Summer poem. “Ribbons and bows”

  Ribbons and gold. Once I plunged into work and making money. I was led by the natural order of life. Working till one day I was truly alone. Ribbons and bows in… Continue reading

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