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Addiction to love..

Addiction to love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Need to have many dances and know a whole lot of laughter. Life is to be lived.)                      Addiction to love. True love..Foolish love.Tantalizing dances into… Continue reading →

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Everything had it’s time..

Everything had it’s time… 1-  We have become silhouettes in a locked room.Just two ghosts roaming and breathing alone.Once house, filled with love.Now a tomb, so dusty and so cold.2- Everything had it’s… Continue reading →

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All my friend had settle down..

All my friends had settle down… ( All my friends had got fat and fear their wives. Needing a friend to raise more cane.) A Friday night and no-one wanted to go drinking… Continue reading →

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A Summertime love..

A Summertime love.. Dear Veronica, she knew I adored her.She sat near me and her bare feet caressed the softness of the grass.She asked me. Would you love me when my ginger hair… Continue reading →

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Wisdom learned in a old man life..

Wisdom learned in a old man life A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime is hard to see beyond our own life.              Wisdom learned in a old man life…. When we are born.Even the poorest… Continue reading →

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I called your name..

I called your name A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words                            I called your name… I called your name standing on the… Continue reading →

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As long as the grass shall grow..

As Long As The Grass Shall Grow… He told the prettiest girl in his world, thank you for staying with me. I have been following you since the Summer of 1976 and you… Continue reading →

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Bad to the bone.. And one of the great songs.

Bad to the bone A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Good music took me to good days and places.) Bad to the bones.. (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which… Continue reading →

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Silence and listen..

Silence and listen.. Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind.  Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading →

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We need more love words..

We need more love words… The old house is quiet now. Once the three bedrooms house was filled with children and laughter. Once I had solid people near, strong people to sit with… Continue reading →

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