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Lady Mischief..

Lady mischief… The Coyote told the falling Sun, the rising moon. I need less hard days, I need more easy day, cooler nights. I want deep and soulful jazz, the long river near… Continue reading →

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We were young once..

We were young once.. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.”Wordsworth“Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep the… Continue reading →

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Old love..

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

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Old soldier..

Old soldier… A Story by Coyote Poetry  Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading →

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Love had taught me madness..

Love had taught me madness.. Break me.. Please break me, make me bleed, show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived, they know life can… Continue reading →

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Remembering the fragrance of Winter..

Remembering the fragrance of Winter A Poem by Coyote PoetryA story                              Remembering the fragrance of Winter… I had lived the… Continue reading →

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Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm..

Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm…. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading →

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The flight of love..

The flight of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love is very tender. We must walk softly upon the premises of how love need reminders. Forgotten and undeclared love can fade away to banished… Continue reading →

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Two out of three ain’t bad..

Two out of three ain’t bad.. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave him… Continue reading →

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Dead man stew..

Dead man stew A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When greed and hate run the world. Our leaders are making a dead man stew. No-one will victor.                                   Dead man stew.. Poor man is dying.Was… Continue reading →

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