Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

You were never my love…

You were never my love… She was a beautiful beautiful flower and I loved her so. I didn’t know love was based on wonder, mystery and wonder. I was just a replacement. Love… Continue reading

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Like this…

Like this… When someone ask you. My life is chaos and confusion. I don’t know If I should run or stand my ground? Is there a safe place for me to rest. Take… Continue reading

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Around and around, we shall go..

Around and around we shall go. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Life is chance and opportunity. Better to be kind and hope for a good ending.                        Around and around we shall go… Around… Continue reading

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Angel dancing, too close to the ground..

Angels dancing, too close to ground.. Pretty wishes, deadly journeys led me to the Austin, Texas sun and you.Till I met you. I saw grey skies only and the drink was sweeter than… Continue reading

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I will take care of you…

I will take care of you… In the dead of long night, our wandering mind find things lost and cannot be found. Old Johnnie sitting alone in the Jazz bar and he is… Continue reading

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A solace and a blessing…

A solace and a blessing….    . The good cognac and German wines kept me in my woeful and  tranquil state. I was lost, fainthearted and raging mad at life. Death and dreams were shattered… Continue reading

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With open eyes…

With open eyes.. I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the morning come alive. I love the girl who love books and adore… Continue reading

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Pretty pictures…

Pretty pictures… I loved love, but love didn’t love me. I told the pretty Austin, Texas gal. I adored her bare shoulders and her black dress that draped her skin tightly. She smiled… Continue reading

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Only love can hurt like this…

Only love can hurt like this.. Did he pursue her? Or did she pursue him?He was wise and he knew.The women decide the beginnings and the endings.Fa-la-la-la-la,we sang to the rising moon and… Continue reading

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Let it be…

Let it be…                Old man sitting alone…                Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove.                You can see the Pacific ocean forever.                Miles of the beautiful and powerful sea.                He write… Continue reading

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