Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Easy on my mind.

Easy on my mind.. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a… 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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You are my treasure.

You are my treasure… My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday and to bath for many hours in a hot bubble bath, jazz music and little conversation. I would wash her hair in… Continue reading

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Coffee shop conversation.

Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Poem by Coyote PoetryGood coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games.                                   … 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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I will sing the blues for you. And some Johnnie verbal poetry.

I will sing the blues for you.. Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad andJohnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true.My baby left me, I’m so damn alone.Now… Continue reading

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Nothing last forever.

Nothing last forever… I told you often, nothing last forever. The veil of love is dangerous, make us dance and sing in the rain than teach us love can slip away and leave… Continue reading

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You are my story.

You are my story… Pretty wishes, savored dreams are you. I have loved you always, I love you in the morning light,  I loved you when you dance for the midnight moon and… Continue reading

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Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding. For my father.

Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won.He told me in his drunkenness state. What have I done?He told me.… Continue reading

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In your eyes.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can feel like kings or paupers when a woman bless you with love and kindness.             In your eyes In your eyes.I’m everything,the sun and the moon.The warm… Continue reading

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