Tag Archive: love

Wistful words…

Wistful words of a lover A Poem by Coyote PoetryEpic writer, attempting new places.  She told me, please be kind to me. Beautiful Sheena had a kind heart, a true heart. She whispered please… Continue reading

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I didn’t know..

I didn’t know.. My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only. We danced in a forbidden love hidden in the secret corner of… Continue reading

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Just love..

Just love.. This night I was in Washington State at Fort Lewis. I was in the NCO(Non-commission officer) school. 8 weeks of training to be a leader.  It was a Friday night and… Continue reading

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Walking in the rain.

Walking in the rain.. I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my rain.I am walking away from place of love turned black.I left a lady crying and alone.Our sweet… Continue reading

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Bang, bang. And a beautiful Nancy Sinatra song.

Bang, bang… You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue, we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You… Continue reading

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A Lady vow..

A Lady vow.. 1- A lady vow, maybe true, maybe a lie? Her pretty words are just promises to be broken. Her gift of a smile, her gift of a sweet kiss. Maybe… Continue reading

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Everything was you..

“Words become more important with time. Better to separate with kindness. No guarantee will meet again“ Everything was you… Waking up alone. Booze, blood and nothing is all I got. I have gone… Continue reading

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Liar’s prayer..

Liar’s prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Reading ancient writers and computer was down. Started writing some new poetry. I hope you enjoy.                                   Liar’s prayer… My kind and new friend. We sat together in the… Continue reading

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The Nightingale song..

The Nightingale song.. The Ojibwa grandfather volunteered to watch the five grandchildren and he took them to the big water. He told them if you listen well, you can hear the nightingale songs… Continue reading

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The brown eyed girl..

The brown eyed girl… I love the days of April, I love the comfort of the Spring sun upon my face. I adore the kind places when I can rejoice to the Lake… Continue reading

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