Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

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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For April, the poetry month… Colors…

Colors Black, white, brown and yellow. What is the different? I am so tire of the colors, tossed in my face. Isn’t a man, just a man, a woman, just a woman. We… Continue reading →

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Close my eyes forever…

Close my eyes forever… Once sweet dreams turn to nightmares. I thought we will one in life and I learn. Two storms can’t be in the same place. You were so damn beautiful,… Continue reading →

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Andrea…

Andrea… I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by,old wounds don’t hurt so badly.Old sorrow had… Continue reading →

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Hello… I love you…

Hello, I love you…. Hello dear stranger, you came into my dream last night. I fell at your feet, kissed your hands and I told you. I love you my celestial beauty. I… Continue reading →

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The Pacific ocean…

The Pacific ocean.. The half-drunk poet told the pretty gal in the Irish tavern in Austin, Texas. I had a sweet love once and she is waiting for me still. She made me… Continue reading →

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Life didn’t break my heart. Love did…

Life didn’t break my heart. Love did. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love make us learn. We love someone more than ourselves.                         … Continue reading →

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Steal a memory, borrow a memory…

Steal a memory, borrow a memory… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  In life. A good life, we gather many memories. We shall need later.” The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn… Continue reading →

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For poetry month of April- What is poetry?

What is poetry? I was asked. What is poetry? I told her, poetry is everything. Poetry is the description of the first kiss, the first dance. Poetry suppose make us laugh out loud,… Continue reading →

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Another time, another place…

Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading →

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