Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

What is ugly? What is beautiful?

What is ugly? What is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad. He sat and he wrote words for no-one. “What is ugly?… Continue reading

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Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart..

Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart.. He told the sea, he told the Black Velvet he held tightly in his hands. Everything that is pretty, sometimes isn’t truly pretty. Can be just be… Continue reading

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The phone booth near the lake..

The phone booth near the lake…. I called you at midnight and I told you. I miss your voice and the nights seem colder without you. Please come to me. The Germany Winter… Continue reading

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The black night and the shadow dance..

The black night and the shadow dance… A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive and… Continue reading

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Diamonds and gold..

Diamonds and gold…  I held wealth and traveled to the four corners of our world.I lost and gained love. I thought I knew what life and love was.I wear an old man face now… Continue reading

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Time will steal everything..

1- Time will steal everything we known and what we loved. We will grow old and we will forget, once we danced, once we loved to sing and  once, we adored love.  Time… Continue reading

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Dancing barefoot..

She danced barefoot by the Clinton River..A Poem by Coyote Poetry  (Awakening my sleeping muse. )  She danced  barefoot by the Clinton River.. A beautiful woman danced alone by the Clinton River, her feet allowing… Continue reading

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Hold my hands…

Hold my hands… I will follow you. Will you follow me? He told his ghost-love. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the Monterey Bay and he… Continue reading

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Sacrificial meal..

Sacrificial meal… She was a tall, long legged Texas girl.  She gave me a coy smile.Somehow I caught her attention. I knew, a pursued man are just cattlewaiting to be slaughter. She bend… Continue reading

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An April girl..

An April girl.. I want to marry a girl who love the days of Spring, I want to hold the hands of April blessing, I want to steal kisses by the flowing river… Continue reading

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