Tag Archive: Austin Texas

My wild Texas rose

My wild Texas rose A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song make us write. My wild Texas rose Kind mistress night brought her to me. The Austin, Texas bars brought people from all… Continue reading

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Tavern poetry. The best kind. “Let’s pretend”

Let’s pretend A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime little is better than nothing.                                       Let’s… Continue reading

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She was a cruel one

                  She was a cruel one. Love left me empty and alone. I had accepted the circumstances with ease. Jack Daniel and Black velvet kept… Continue reading

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She kissed me once and only once. “A June poem for Texas.”

      She kissed me once and once only A Poem by Coyote Poetry I read the great Writer Jack London again. Gave me some positive motivation. You must read “When God… Continue reading

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Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen.

  Downtown Austin   Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette,… Continue reading

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Dreaming of Texas

Dreaming of Texas A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to have had danced many dances and knew a lot of laughter. A good life isn’t the money in the bank. It is the… Continue reading

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Measure and weight

Measure and weight                         A Poem by Coyote Poetry What make us feel human and alive? I believe it is the love… Continue reading

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Give and take

Give and take A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is a two-way street. Must give to receive.         Give and take Pretty woman spoke of love and hate in the same sentence. I… Continue reading

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She was a diamond.

        (True beauty is the things we do and reflex. If we hold hope and dreams. Sing songs of love and kindness. We can know real peace and give hope… Continue reading

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Cigarettes, sweet wine and you

Cigarettes, sweet wine and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places become better with time                                    Cigarettes, sweet wine and you I sat and waited with my Poet friend. I was the… Continue reading

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