Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

I saw the sun in your eyes..

I saw the sun in your eyes.. You and me, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading

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Dangerous woman..

Dangerous woman… She was dressed in her tight black dress showing off her strong legs and her pale skin. Her dark eyes surveyed him with interest. He knew, she would be his instrument… Continue reading

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Delicate wings..

Delicate wings A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some people are more tender than others                               Delicate wings.. Beautiful Liz. Allowed me in.Her words and beauty memorized me.Woman who strip down their true cover and… Continue reading

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The empty jars..

The empty jars.. I watched her in the kitchen organizing her empty and filled mason jars.And her empty and filled whiskey bottles on her personal shelves. She told me on a cold Winter… Continue reading

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Be a fisherman..

Be a fisherman… I was taught by my father. A good day, is a family day fishing. Now I teach my grandchildren how to enjoy the Clinton River and how to catch fish.… Continue reading

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Endings and beginnings..

Endings and beginnings… She was my salvation in the Winter of 1978.I gave up everything I believed in.I left a sweet love to fall into her arms.I fell deeper and deeper into dangerous… Continue reading

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Dear Sara Little Wolf..

Dear Sara Little Wolf… Once a pretty Ojibwa gal stole my heart and my thoughts. Her coffee brown eyes and golden brown skin made me wish to swim in her kind and gentle… Continue reading

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No shame in love…

No shame in love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love is everything and everything is love.                          No shame in love.. (Received some motivation from Ben Jonson) I confessed to the lonely moon, how… Continue reading

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Home, sweet home..

Home, sweet home (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy. No booze, no woman, bad food and we have read every book available. I… Continue reading

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Turn, turn, turn and a beautiful Judy Collins song.

Turn, turn, turn.. The old poet sang a lullaby.“Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover,I will be your salvation and you will be my rock to keep… Continue reading

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