Category Archive: words

We loan, we borrow and we stole

We loan, we borrow and we stole   The Winter of 1978, we create boundless nights, we made thousand promises for love and you taught me. We loan, we borrow and we stole.… Continue reading

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Some Sunday’s thoughts

I went to Africa, Asia and Europe on United Nations missions for President Clinton. We took medical and dental teams to places in need. The medical teams tried to heal the sick, gave… Continue reading

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“Beautiful faces and passionate kisses”

(Beautiful faces and passionate kisses. A Poem by Coyote Poetry.) (Good to be young in heart. Willing to rebirth love and desire everyday of a life.)   Beautiful faces and passionate kisses  … Continue reading

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Forever and a day

“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote Poetry”   Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Become better with time.   ” I will love you… Continue reading

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“Wild roses”

Wild roses   I knew her. Her beauty had tempted me for many months. She would dance with me when the songs were good, she was a long legged woman who had wild… Continue reading

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“Peace will come”

Peace will come   My child, don’t you cry. War is near and life is so hard. Tomorrow may come and a new day where the sun shall shine upon a world where… Continue reading

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“The hills and the Apache”

            The hills and the Apache   I had two bottles of strong tequila, a bag of some fresh lemons. I drove for three hours to the California… Continue reading

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We are born to live

We are born to die and we are born to live   Dear father drank his one pint of rum with some coke nightly and he sat alone with his thoughts. I learn… Continue reading

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“Forget me not”

Forget me not I dreamed of you, I dreams of us. I picked-up the phone. I was dreaming of your face, your voice, the softness of your hands. I dreamed of your long… Continue reading

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“Let’s drink and pray for more”

Let’s drink and pray for more   Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor, barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin. Her wild eyes searched for what… Continue reading

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