‘Recollections’

Recollections ————————————————————————————————————————- Kellie I was intoxicated by you. My beautiful dark eyes muse, you made me beg for seconds of time, to be near you. You were a wild spirit tempting life, leaving… Continue reading →

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‘Mercy me’

Mercy me   We are dancing slow and easy to the blues, her body moving and grooving to the sound. Her eyes are closed, her shoes are off and her hips are feeling… Continue reading →

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Individual

Originally posted on Fatima's blog:
We or i…. I’m a individual of my own no matter what no matter how no matter when .. but in the end I’m an individual to…

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Can You love A Wild Woman

A amazing poem by talented writer.

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‘Just might’

Just might She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to escape… Continue reading →

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cemetery of lovers past

Originally posted on The Lonely Author:
https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/33764275_1698106090285697_1234542564883824640_n-1.jpg cemetery of lovers past A shadow exhales Her breath of life is a white mist that lingers like cumulus clouds on a windless day a bell…

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The Gypsy heart

Gypsy heart Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a prison or… Continue reading →

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‘The lady in the black dress’

The lady in the black dress     Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long… Continue reading →

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‘If we make it through December’

If we make it through December   Pretty Jenny was long-legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin… Continue reading →

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Letters, never send

“Letters, never send. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.”   Letters, never send. Dear Juliette You told me often my Juliette, I was whimsical or not. Always wanting too much, always wanting… Continue reading →

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