Tag Archive: Beauty

Behold a beautiful rose..

Behold a beautiful rose.. If we behold a beautiful rose, we adore the the shape of her petals. A beautiful rose will be born in early June and it will decay with time.… Continue reading

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Purgatory Inn and no place to go..

Old memories become less painful with time– Purgatory Inn and no place to go…. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.Bartender keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is… Continue reading

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Love is like a flower garden..

(A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.) Love is like a flower garden.. Once we danced in tropical clubs hidden in the dark… Continue reading

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Love demand payment..

Love demand payment… The gentle lover whispered. Remember me and I will remember you. We are creatures of delight. Need torrent nights and warm morning kisses.She begin to shave my face. Her soft… Continue reading

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Love is like a flower garden..

Love is like a flower garden.. Once we danced in tropical clubs hidden in the dark corners of the tropics,we lavished in a love without fear of boundaries and distance. You open new… Continue reading

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Spin the bottle..

Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry “The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.”                    Spin the bottle.. Old man sat alone.Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn… Continue reading

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Everything was you..

“Words become more important with time. Better to separate with kindness. No guarantee will meet again“ Everything was you… Waking up alone. Booze, blood and nothing is all I got. I have gone… Continue reading

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Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on..

Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love is all we got. Love for your lover, family and life. Give us reasons to be alive.  Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written… Continue reading

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Scarborough fair.

Scarborough fair… I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading

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What is ugly? What is beautiful?

What is ugly? What is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad. He sat and he wrote words for no-one. “What is ugly?… Continue reading

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