Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

The Chelsea hotel.

The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry (I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading

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Little sin.

 Little sin. Your flowing black hair flowing in the gentle breezes making me wish to have you home nude and free. You are my little sin in a life filled with work and… Continue reading

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I will love you forever and a day.

“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Better with time.)   ” I will love you forever and a… Continue reading

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Love had taught me madness.

Love had taught me madness. 1- Break me. Please break me, make me bleed, show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived, they know life… Continue reading

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If I knew.

If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence lead only to more pain and sadness.)   If I knew. If I knew.I would of … 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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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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My September love.

My September love.. 1- My lady of the sea,my dancing woman who love the morning sun on her face.She told me, it is early September.my bed is cold and lonely.Let’s find a place… Continue reading

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Solitude and seclusion.

Solitude and seclusion… (Man is weak by his own hand, for he has refashioned God’s into his own.)                        Kahlil Gibran I’m swimming in shit and blood.World falling to anger and hate.Men crying out… 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… Continue reading

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