Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Piece by piece..

Piece by piece… I remember my father. He tried his best and he couldn’t win. I remember my mother. She lost her way a few times and she always got back-up. We are… Continue reading

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Naked ladies and the roses..

Naked ladies and the roses.. 1- When I hold you tightly and we dance near the Big Sur sea. The sun kissed our faces and we enthralled in the miracle of love kindness.… Continue reading

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Tell me something..

Tell me something.. 1- She told me, Johnnie, Johnnie. I want a fable love, where amor can win. I don’t want a timid man, I want a wild and crazy man. I  want… Continue reading

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Nothing could stop me..

Nothing could stop me… Nothing could stop me from seeking you. A gentle Summer breeze caressed my face, warning me of a new journey to touch. Nothing could stop me from following you,… Continue reading

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Lovely is..

Lovely is.. Lovely is the six am July sun kissing the sea. Lovely is when the warm sun, sun-kissed my face on a Summer day. Lovely is the laughter of the children, singing… Continue reading

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Love posies..

Love Posies… My pretty love, dear Veronica told me. You promised me love posies, everyday of my life. You promised me  morning posies and you promised to read love posies before we sleep.… Continue reading

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Tell me, how did you live?

Tell me, how did you live?…. Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet each… Continue reading

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My Texas rose..

My Texas rose… The sweetest gal in Texas told me. Please give me your address and I will write you when you are gone. I told her, she was a treasure, a blessing… Continue reading

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Mystery and wonder..

Mystery and wonder… It was a Germany warm Summer, the days were long and easy. You and I had no-place to you. You were my German girl with eyes of hazel who loved… Continue reading

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A little mercy now..

A little mercy now.. My father never cried, he never complained about life. My father rarely smiled with the burden of life surrounding him. His body and heart gave up, in the struggle… Continue reading

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