Delicate flower A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people and places are perfect. They are delicate flowers and perfect places.                                 Delicate flower I was a wore and torn man, receded into the whiskey… Continue reading →

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Moon weeps through a mare, the roses of her angry birth flowed like beaming wine and so slit her rind, her regolith grey poison. Now, I know…

Just whispers to the Lake Huron You came to me in a yesterday memory and you told me Johnnie. Can’t wait no-more. You have too much to love and to embrace. I’m just… Continue reading →

(The lullaby A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.)   The lullaby The old poet sang a lullaby to the sea. A lullaby, a sensual woman whispered to me once on a warm… Continue reading →

Bad love   I felt the darkness of the night overtaking the lights of the day. Stealing away the gentleness that is left in me. The once sweet memories had turn to a… Continue reading →

(The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.) The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch   We had pretty places, ancient city and the Swiss… Continue reading →

I hate you, I love you   I try to escape you, I try to flee your memory. I repeat secret words in hidden places in my mind. I hate you, I love… Continue reading →

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