Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Sweet pleasure and rare delight.

Sweet pleasure and rare delight. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Thank you Paris Poems. A amazing writer) Some memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights… Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should… Continue reading

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The blue dress…

The blue dress A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Harry Chapin song took me to good places and memories. 

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Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors..

A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Just thoughts upon life.                         Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors.. The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons and angels. The lonely corridors make us wish… Continue reading

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Measure and weight…

Measure and weight A Poem by Coyote Poetry  What make us feel human and alive? I believe it is the love we embraced and the forgiveness we must understand and accept. Measure and weight…… Continue reading

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Not enough…

Not enough A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Sometime love isn’t enough.                                 Not enough… Kind and sweet muse told me. Sweet Johnnie, I can save you.Please tell me what you need. You can’t live… Continue reading

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Addiction to love…

Addiction to love. A Poem by Coyote PoetryNeed to have many dances and know a whole lot of laughter. Life is to be lived.                      Addiction to love… True love.Foolish love.Tantalizing dances into warm… Continue reading

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Mercy and forgiveness my friend. We need.

Mercy and forgiveness my friend. We need. A Poem by Coyote PoetryNeed mercy and good friends to survive this life. The Quality of Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain’d.It droppeth as the… Continue reading

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Waiting by the wayside…

Waiting by the wayside. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must stop and re-adjust our life and thoughts.                                    Waiting by the wayside… I was  waiting by the wayside.Tried to figure out some simple… Continue reading

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Two out of three ain’t bad.

(Johnnie in Monterey- 1992.) Two out of three ain’t bad…. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered… Continue reading

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The night is young and the night is long, my love..

The night is young and the night is long, my love.. I saw you perfect in the day and I saw you wild and sweet in the early morning.You are my fire in… Continue reading

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