Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Hide and seek…

Hide and seek…. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Be careful what you seek.” Hide and seek… Once we were brave, once we were unafraid of the ending, once we loved the beginning. I found… Continue reading

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We danced for the stars…

We danced for the stars … Was a Texas hot Summer night and you wore your black dress and dancing shoes.  I was drinking the Long Island teas since 6 pm and you arrived… Continue reading

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The unknown story…

  The untold story… I have wore a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. Once a celestial beauty, we… Continue reading

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My eyes adored you…

My eyes adored you… I learn we are made of places and pieces. We are a puzzle being built slowly by time and memories. Old men think too much and the what if?… Continue reading

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Dear Coco- where have you gone? A letter.

A love letter… (I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seem to be at-ease when the sun and… Continue reading

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Sheena, my Bonnie gal.

 Sheena, my Bonnie gal. I found the prettiest girl I ever seen on a cold Winter day in 1978. She had auburn hair, golden brown eyes and the skin of snow. I told… Continue reading

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I ain’t marching no-more…

We don’t want to fight no-more….. Once brave boy believed war would save our world. The brave boy became a man. He fought for a Government who would forget him after the battles… Continue reading

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Are we beggars for love?

 Are we beggars for love?… We love them, we need them and we learn. Women honor men with the gift of love. Dark thoughts, white thoughts we may have. All our dreams start… Continue reading

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Once we had the Elvis songs…

 Once we had the Elvis songs… Hello girl, it Johnnie in Michigan and I am sorry to call you at at Midnight hours. The drink is wearing me down and I am listening… Continue reading

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The fingerprints…

The fingerprints…. I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading

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