Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

I live you baby…

I live you Baby…. I told my lover, never regret anything that can make you smile. I told her, come hither, come closer. I told her as we slow danced to the warmest… Continue reading

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Love is like a hammer…

Love is like a hammer… I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading

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Wild child…

Wild child A Poem by Coyote PoetryThank you dear Alexia Evellyn for the song. Please listen to her songs. A free spirit, She teaches us. We can be more than what we are. The… Continue reading

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The Coyote and the Raven dance…

The Coyote and Raven dance… The Coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading

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Dear Cheryl…

Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars for the crying night moon… Once a beautiful woman believed love was grand, the kisses would become sweeter, and love would save her. She would find me… Continue reading

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Wild as the wind…

Wild as the wind… I told her. I need more of your kisses; I need more of your poetry verses by the sea. I needed you yesterday, I need you today and I… Continue reading

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Bare and true…

Bare and true A Poem by Coyote PoetryFew times in a life. We open up to another and show them the real person.     Bare and true… She was a noble beauty and … Continue reading

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You cross my mind in the midnight hours…

  The dance… Love is a wild dance.Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begin to create separation.The once perfect dance… Continue reading

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The dance of the flowers…

The dance of the flowers A Poem by Coyote PoetryI need the sun on my face. The dance of the flowers.. My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My dearest and… Continue reading

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Secret love…

 Secret love… Once brave man is quiet now. Bloody life led him to lonely place and the Monterey bay. He called a old phone number and he listened. A sweet voice whispered. I… Continue reading

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