A Spanish lullaby.. And a beautiful Beth Hart song.

A Spanish lullaby A Poem by Coyote Poetry  (Dream writing again. ) A Spanish Lullaby… Once, you and I, became we.We distanced love and love found us.We were young, we were fearless andwe loved the… Continue reading

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Contained love…

Contained love.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  If we forget the people we held precious. We can lose them forever.      Contained love.. She had a heart of gold once. She held patience near… Continue reading

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Open doors, dead poets and bare feet.

1- Open doors Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wild flowers.Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights.We are just flesh and bones.Needing to dance into the… Continue reading

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Sara Little Wolf..

Sara Little Wolf… Once a pretty Ojibwa gal stole my heart and my thoughts. Her coffee brown eyes and golden brown skin made me wish to swim in her kind and gentle eyes.… Continue reading

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Will you love me tomorrow?

Will you still love me tomorrow? You are with me my lover. The night is alive and well.We are slow dancing to songs of of love. I hold you close as the Long… Continue reading

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If you go away on a Summer day…

If you go away on a Summer day.. 1- Once we loved the Wisconsin wild river,and we sought quiet places to hold hands and I would steal kisses.We adored the torrent water and… Continue reading

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My sea-side love..

My sea-side love.. Once we were brave. We kissed, we took off our clothing and we left the lights on. I remember you told me. I am tire of the darkness, I am… Continue reading

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SOS.. And a amazing Phil Ochs song.

SOS.. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He write his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us and we forget to… Continue reading

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Love you more. Some mini-poems..

Love you more… 1- The moonlight kissed her skin and the stars adored her barefoot and barely cloth body.  She danced with the ocean and she sang to the goddess of the sea.… Continue reading

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Wild horses..

Wild horses… Once I knew freedom, once I was free as the wind. Once I knew, open range. Today I seek the wild eyes and free voices. Dear Michele, show me the free… Continue reading

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