Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Lovers in Paris…

Lovers in Paris.. She whispered to me, “O my love, O my love. Make me feel alive. I plucked a rose for us today and I told the red rose. Where had my… Continue reading

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Sleepless nights…

Sleepless nights… You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading

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Dear Andrea…

Andrea.. I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly. Old… Continue reading

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Love is love..

Love is love.. A noble beauty read her poetry at the Austin, Texas yearly poetry reading. Jessica was disappointed with her life and she read her words to us. “I weaved a page… Continue reading

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Some mini poems for Tuesday.. Chain, chain, chain.

Prettiest gal I ever known walked to the door, dead bolted the door tightly, and she whispered. Sometimes, you cannot run. ————————————————————————————- I didn’t know true love till she touched my feet. She… Continue reading

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The waltz..

The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz  (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz… Continue reading

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You are my music..

You are my music… We found love in the lost and found. You are the most beautiful gal in the world. I remember your smile, I remember your laughter. I painted your skin… Continue reading

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Don’t ask for less…

Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When the night is sweet, the love is generous and kind. Always ask for more. One day, you shall wish you did.  Don’t ask for… Continue reading

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The poet, the dancer and the artist..

The poet, the dancer and the artist. A Story by Coyote Poetry  We need the great lakes, we need good friends near and we need good conversation.               … Continue reading

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Dance me to the end of love. Some min-poetry.

Dance me to the end of love… 1- We shall pay the midnight toll, where the sin, the gin and the skin always needs more. Where strangers begin friends, where friends become strangers.… Continue reading

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