I remember you…

I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.    I remember you…               The summer days were long.The… Continue reading

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Big Sur, a-dreaming…

Big Sur, a-dreaming. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I need a trip. You are invited. Most beautiful and peaceful place. Big Surf, Ca.                      Big Surf a-dreaming… A un-mark road with a small sign will… Continue reading

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Forgive me…

Forgive me… (Written in 1978.) Please forgive me for what I did to you. I’m sorry I torture you with lies and treatedyou as I did. I was young.Learning to love. Finding the… Continue reading

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The sheep and the wolf…

The sheep and the wolf… The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine,telling the passing people.“You can’t go back after the words are spokento cut down a sweet love.”The old man didn’t ask… Continue reading

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Something is wrong with me…

A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Bukowski had stolen my soul.                    Something is wrong with me… Something is wrong with me. I am like a Bukowski … Continue reading

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Do you regret, the things left undone?

Do you regret, things left undone?… My mama song was easy. She wanted her cigarettes, her cold beer and she loved her dogs. She didn’t want so much and I asked the night.… Continue reading

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We are born to live…

We are born to live A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I need a year living near the sea.”                                 … Continue reading

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She was dancing alone…

She was dancing alone… She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the Jazz songs. She looked into my eyes and she waved me to come to her. I… Continue reading

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Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm…

Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm…. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading

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I can’t bleed, no-more…

 I can’t bleed, no-more. ——————————————————————                             In Austin, Texas Johnnie don’t cry no-more for love, he don’t look for things… Continue reading

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