Tag Archive: John Coyote

Dark days of Texas-part two

Dark days of Texas-part two A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A story.        Dark days of Texas-part two — — Wolf woman Sherry didn’t like the Last Chance saloon.  Just people in the… Continue reading

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One more time

One more time Should I stay or should I go? Should we create a fire, we cannot put out. I whispered sweet baby, just one more time. Just one more kiss and just… Continue reading

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“Always on my mind”

Always on my mind A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song lead to good memory. Always on my mind Love alive or concealed. Leave us wishing for things lost. Beautiful faces and places… Continue reading

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One world and one people

The Medicine wheel A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old Native American wisdom. We need to gather as one people to save earth and all people.   Wisdom of the Medicine wheel I have… Continue reading

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“Quiet echos and secluded places”

Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed.                                Quiet echos and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the young… Continue reading

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A story-She wanted Paris and I wanted her.

(A eroic tale-adult reading) Chapter one -She wanted Paris and I wanted her. Her eyes like dancing stars exploding into the night sky. Her soft hand holding mine tightly. She whispered, “You promised me… Continue reading

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You drove me to madness

You drove me to madness A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words rebloggedmistresseva-eroticaandmoreFollow(thank you TUMBLR) coyotepoet You drove me to madness I remember the Summer days spend with you, my love. Hots day… Continue reading

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Dirty little secret-part three

Dirty Little secret -part three We left the club and we went to the small park across from the Mount Clemen court-house. She held my waist and rested her head against me. My… Continue reading

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The last Utopia. The pen and the paper.

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                                 Utopia of the pen and… Continue reading

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Perhaps, perhaps my love

Perhaps, perhaps my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Perhaps, perhaps my love The night is long and the drink is cheap. The music is good and the design of the… Continue reading

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