Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Midnight words.

1- Savior.Sweet blue eyes girl told me.You ask for so little.We have so much to give and we open up the desire love so rarely.Love can be a sweet treasure.You can be someone… Continue reading

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Three fingers of the Black Velvet whiskey. Remember Bridgette.

Three fingers of the Black Velvet whiskey. 1- Once, with a Germany night sky above me.Pretty Bridgette found me.She held me like a child and she told me.Play stay with me till you… Continue reading

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Ancient floors.

Ancient floors. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading

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The Nightingale song.

The Nightingale song. The Ojibwa grandfather volunteered to watch the five grandchildren and he took them to the big water. He told them if you listen well, you can hear the nightingale songs… Continue reading

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A safe harbor. And an amazing Harry Chapin song.

A safe harbor. I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading

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SOS. And a amazing song by dear Maria Daines.

SOS.. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He writes his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us, and we forget to… Continue reading

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Time is a heartless thief.

1- Time will steal everything we known and what we loved. We will grow old and we will forget, once we danced, once we loved to sing and  once, we adored love.  Time… Continue reading

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Just broken glass dreams.

1- Imagine,taunting,you 2- Deluded love.Love captured,love forgotten. 3- Heart ruthless,heart betrayed.A bone yard of love.Just broken glass dreams.                                  John Castellenas/Coyote

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We don’t want to fight no-more. And a needed song by dear Tallulah Rendall.

We don’t want to fight no-more. Once brave boy believed war would save our world. The brave boy became a man. He fought for a government who would forget him after the battles… Continue reading

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The cursed lullaby.

The cursed lullaby. Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the price… Continue reading

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