Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

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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Pretty words…

Pretty words Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told… Continue reading

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My great love.. Part two.

My great love.. Part two I told the young writer, we shall have many great loves. Many women will steal our heart, make us want everything and more. But there are those maidens,… Continue reading

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Liar’s moon lullaby…

Liar’s moon lullaby.. I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax  shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces, for the… Continue reading

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Where the wild roses grow..

Where the wild roses grow…. –                                    If I had known… I have danced with the sea andI have stood on the great mountains surrounded by the free clouds.I have found the devil… Continue reading

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The willow trees..

The willow trees…. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can.The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to you… Continue reading

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Miss you, need you..

Miss you, need you.. I am drinking alone beautiful Jennifer. Somehow I forgot where Texas was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every night for a week.… Continue reading

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The black night and the shadows dances.

The black night and the shadows dances….. 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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Please stay with me..

Please stay with me.. A Poem by Coyote PoetryRare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Please stay with me…  I sipped… Continue reading

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Two steps from hell..

Two steps from hell… In a dark Gypsy carnival years ago. A beauty Gypsy woman told me once. You are two steps from hell. Hell is easy, seeking peace is the impossible task.… Continue reading

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