Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

The Nightingale song…

The nightingale song A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A Native American tale I was taught and I teach my grandchildren.                             … Continue reading

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The old man blues…

The old man blues… A black wind is touching my face, neither sadness or happiness can I know. I ain’t cold, I ain’t warm. I am just alive. Once a misty eyes beauty… Continue reading

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Hell-bound and the whiskey tasting better…

Hell-bound I am and the whiskey tasting better…. Once saintly man found sin, whiskey and the drinking songs. He and Hank William Jr. sing nightly in Belton, Texas together. The one-handed bartender make… Continue reading

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Lest we forget.- And a beautiful Joni Mitchell song…

  The Coyote song, lest we forget… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Beautiful Joni Mitchell and some words.  Lest we forget… Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild… Continue reading

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Steal a memory, borrow a memory..

Steal a memory, borrow a memory… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Memories become our wealth in old age.  Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn… Continue reading

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Lilac wine….

Lilac wine… —————————————————————————————– She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. ——————————————————————————————- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint her… Continue reading

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Can’t take my eyes off you…

 Can’t take my mind off you…….. —Feel like million year ago and once, you and I believed in love.—- —I ran from your memory, I tried to forget your face. The running man… Continue reading

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As long as the grass shall grow- And a Johnny Cash song.

As Long As The Grass Shall Grow He told the prettiest girl in his world, thank you for staying with me.I have been following you since the Summer of 1976 and you allowed… Continue reading

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The cold night whispered..

The cold night whispered… The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once  great love turn indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading

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My great love…And a Beautiful Paloma Faith song…

My great love … I told the young writer, we shall have many great loves. Many women will steal our heart, make us want everything and more. But there are those maidens, who can… Continue reading

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