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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I believed in forever, once…

I believed in forever, once… I didn’t know, love could hurt so deeply. I didn’t know, your beautiful face would haunt me forever. I didn’t know, love wouldn’t be enough. I believed in… Continue reading

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I want to find in love again…

I want to fall in love (Life is short: break some rules, forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly and never regret anything that made you smile.)  A quote from somewhere?) Was, maybe late… Continue reading

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The fortunate one’s…

The fortunate one’s A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A Spring poem.  The fortunate one’s Lovely be, a day can be. When the sun kiss  your face and the lake is near. The long Summer… Continue reading

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Glorious love…

Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper.                             Glorious love… We danced and learned true laughter at the… Continue reading

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Little boy blue…

Little boy blue. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When a child falls down. Someone must pick them up or they could be lost forever.                                Little boy blue… Little boy blue lost in a… Continue reading

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Men, whiskey and dreams of peace…

Men, whiskey and dreams of peace. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Written in 1978. Today the world is the same. Maybe worst off?                      Men, whiskey and dreams of peace… Wishing, hoping and dreaming.… Continue reading

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The Gypsy dance…

The Gypsy dance. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Good to know freedom and understand the dance of free-will and dreams.                         The Gypsy dance.. Late at night on the Monterey bay.If you listen well.You… Continue reading

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We didn’t know… I didn’t know…

We didn’t know… I didn’t know… — I called Sheena in Scotland in the Winter of 1980 and I told her. Beautiful Sheena, I miss you so and I am so sorry. She… Continue reading

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Midnight rendezvous…

 Midnight rendezvous…    Kind woman are gifts to wise men. A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is morewonderful then to see a thousand artistic painting.”  My old heart and… Continue reading

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