Tag Archive: John Coyote

Almost to California

 Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She were waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading

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The illusion, A Ojibwa prayer

 THE ILLUSION, A Ojibwa prayer I told the pretty poet. I have too much now. I would give away if I could. Sell the car, sell the house and keep a few books… Continue reading

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My secret love

Secret love   Once brave man is quiet now. Bloody life led him to lonely place and the Monterey bay. He called a old phone number and he listened.   A sweet voice… Continue reading

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“Rose colored glasses”

  Rose colored glasses   Sin, gin and too many bad night. Once we knew love and tonight we have forsaken kindness. I remember when. You and I. Held hands by the Lake… Continue reading

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Never enough whiskey

Never enough whiskey, she told me Pretty girl drank alone, once we great lovers and now we have become strangers seeking nothing. I told her, damn tavern is place to die, dear Julia,… Continue reading

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“I will steal the moon for you”

 I would steal the moon for you My beloved, my midnight dream, my three am dancer. We found safe haven near the sea, small tent and a sleeping bag. We drank the tequila… Continue reading

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November thoughts

   November thoughts Once I needed everything and I learned. Everything wasn’t needed. November is coming and the cooler and slower days I do love. I am in the November of my life.… Continue reading

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“Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen”

Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen   I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarettes, Jack Daniels whiskey… Continue reading

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The Island- part six

The Island- part six A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter finally.                                          … Continue reading

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Trujillo, Honduras

 Trujillo My delusional mind and forsaken dreams seem so far away. I console myself with Honduras rum and I roamed the discos and nightclubs. I’m fatigue from suffocating in goals of work and… Continue reading

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