Love words.

Love words.. Do we remember love? The pretty poet asked. I told her. When we are young, the allure of love, make us believe in a sweet miracle. We are infatuate with the… Continue reading

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April come she will. I need a warm day.

April come she will… March days are almost done. Tomorrow is the day for Spring equinox. I am waiting for the warm days to make my spirit of hope to come alive. I… Continue reading

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I remember you.

 I remember you. The summer days were long andthe splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot days.Thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of Monterey… Continue reading

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I don’t want flowers. I need you here.

I don’t want flowers. I need you here. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Appreciation and real gifts of love lead to good places.  I don’t want flowers. I need you. (We forget what we… Continue reading

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Looking for Sara. And a lovely Joss Stone song.

Looking for beautiful Sara.. 1- Once he loved a beautiful gal and he told her.I am Winter and you are Spring.He told her on a cold Winter Day.Beautiful Sara, please sing to me,… Continue reading

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I want to love you like. And a beautiful April Stevens song.

I want to love you like. I want to love you like we are babies just learning to love. I want you to undress with the lights on, allowing me to see your… Continue reading

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Jazzy Monday. Old love.

Jazzy Monday. Old love… She called me at midnight and she asked me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I… Continue reading

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Everything.

Everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry  How much do we truly need?                                   Everything. If I lost everything. Would I become afraid? We live in a time. Where needing more and more is the… Continue reading

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Painting pretty pictures.

Painting pretty pictures. Tonight, I am drinking the Irish coffee, and I am remembering better days. I am painting pretty pictures with my words, and I am trying to remember your face. I… Continue reading

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The sea dancer.

The sea dancer. She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and beautiful… Continue reading

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