Tag Archive: John Coyote

‘Concrete angel’

Concrete angel   It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when… Continue reading

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‘The moonlight and you

The moonlight and you   I found her again on a rainy Fall October night and I fell to my knees and I told her. When I lost you. I learn I could… Continue reading

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The tarot cards

          The tarot cards   I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo. I have been having a dream about a Gypsy woman.… Continue reading

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‘Jennifer

Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25-year-old journal. Had to re-written. Jennifer I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown Monterey in early Spring… Continue reading

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Words for peace, hell and heaven.

Words for peace, hell and heaven I called you my friend. I have become the literal dead. Dead friends killed in faraway wars are heavy upon my mind and the damned wars keep… Continue reading

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Wishing for warm days- Summer day

Summer day The sun is bright and the day is very warm. I watch you walk on the path to the sea and your face is worshiping the sun. I walk behind you.… Continue reading

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When a woman smile

When a woman smiled My heart stopped and my world become perfect. When your gift of your beautiful smile and laughter, take me to sacred and cherish place. I’m captive by your gentle… Continue reading

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‘You drove me to madness’

You drove me to madness I remember the Summer days spend with you, my love. Hots day became hotter nights. You were a ravishing and tempting beauty. You loved the sea and you… Continue reading

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‘The black night and the shadow dance

The black night and the shadow dance A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive and… Continue reading

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The lullaby’

The lullaby   The old poet sang a lullaby to the sea. A lullaby, a sensual woman whispered to me once on a warm Spring day. “Come live with me and be my… Continue reading

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