Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

My lady.. Written in 1982.

My lady.. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon the first star of the night, to be able to look into… Continue reading

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The whore bath and a great WW1 song.

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Sad brown eyes..

Sad brown eyes.. A brown eye angel is crying in our bedroom for me. In a turmoil of a kind love. A paradise of burning emotion. You can create a strange prison. I… Continue reading

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A very old poem. So beautiful..

So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old poetry. Good dreams.  So Beautiful                                     (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful  as a early morning sunrise, as bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading

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The human touch..

The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show… Continue reading

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The sweet red wine… Written in 1981.

Sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible.                                     The sweet red wine .. It was early fall. The sweet new… Continue reading

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I used to be…

I used to be.. A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments.I smile and listen.Pretend I care. I don’t believe in talking about the past.Today I am who I am.What matters… Continue reading

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Dear Belinda…

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My father never cries.. And a amazing Mary Gauthier song.

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The White Cliffs of Dover…

The White Cliffs of Dover— My father left my world this year. A WW2 veterans, he stood with his brothers. He went willingly and he knew the cost, could be. Today my world… Continue reading

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