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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The fray.

(Fray-1 a : to wear (something, such as an edge of cloth) by or as if by rubbing : fret. b : to separate the threads at the edge of. 2 : strain, irritate … a botched new… Continue reading

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Sanctuary. A whiskey lullaby.

Sanctuary… In the valley of the gun, men learn the taste of blood. When the soldiers fight, when the soldier kill. They learn the blood song. My father fought in the Korean war… Continue reading

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Two out of three, isn’t bad.

Two out of three, isn’t bad… I was sitting alone in an Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking Long Island ice teas andtrying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave… Continue reading

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The poet’s heart.

(The poet wrote to paper. Where are you my love, sweet. He told the morning sky, do you remember? I promised you a summer waltz near the sea and I am waiting for… Continue reading

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The Devil dances at midnight.

The Devil dances at midnight… Prettiest gal at the Belton, Texas dance told me. The Devil dances at midnight and I brought her closer on the dance floor and I asked her. Does… Continue reading

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Tender loving care.

Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Real love is given without the desire of reward.                                      Tender loving care She had big blue eyes and she sat on my lap at the… Continue reading

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Kiss away my ghost.

Kiss away my ghosts.. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He write sleeping man poetry and he drink the “Quiet man”  whiskey.  He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading

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I can show you God.

I can show you God A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Just thoughts and things to ponder on                                    I can show you God… The great search for God is fruitless for some.I knew a… Continue reading

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A river song.

“Cecelia, be my love. Beautiful Cecelia. Please steal my thought and take me away to the Big Sur.  Let’s stay barefoot forever and leave the world behind us. You and me will dance… Continue reading

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