Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Wistful words…

Wistful words of a lover A Poem by Coyote PoetryEpic writer, attempting new places.  She told me, please be kind to me. Beautiful Sheena had a kind heart, a true heart. She whispered please… Continue reading

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Barefoot dreams and a beautiful Mean Mary song.

Barefoot day.. I need a easy day. I need the Pacific ocean and no place to be. I need a kind voice, good songs and time to write. I need a barefoot day,… Continue reading

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Time after time..

Time after time ——————————————————————————— The folly of time, we believe, some things shall last forever. We learn, time can be a thief, moved so damn fast. We learn too late, every words spoken,… Continue reading

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Poesy.. Dryden quotes.

Poesy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Dryden for your poetry. Gave me reason to write today.”                               Poesy.. (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the fake-ness of fame.They allow praise to fall from… Continue reading

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Reflection.. Write, write and write some more.

Reflection.. Writers and Poets write reflections like a painter uses his gentle strokes to create permanent images of lingering memories. Writers and Poets write of the impression of perfect sunrises and of the… Continue reading

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I didn’t know..

I didn’t know.. My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only. We danced in a forbidden love hidden in the secret corner of… Continue reading

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Just love..

Just love.. This night I was in Washington State at Fort Lewis. I was in the NCO(Non-commission officer) school. 8 weeks of training to be a leader.  It was a Friday night and… Continue reading

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Walking in the rain.

Walking in the rain.. I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my rain.I am walking away from place of love turned black.I left a lady crying and alone.Our sweet… Continue reading

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Tell me, how you lived?

Tell me, how you lived?  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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Bang, bang. And a beautiful Nancy Sinatra song.

Bang, bang… You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue, we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You… Continue reading

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