Tag Archive: love

Haunt me.

Haunt me… I found her again at the hard metal club in Austin and she was dressed in her black skirt and her favorite black blouse. I stay at a distance and I… Continue reading

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Would you? Could you?

Would you? Could you? 1- I am sorry I caused you pain.I wouldn’t want to break your heart,I am a forgotten man, and you are a beautiful flower. Love me not, for men… Continue reading

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A Michigan summer sky.

A Michigan Summer sky.. 1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl,we tasted love kiss,did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars.She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. —————————————————2-… Continue reading

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Worn and torn love.

Worn and torn love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A very old poem with a rewrite.  Worn and torn love                         Written on 8 April 1985                         (For Angela. A lost and confused young lady.                        … Continue reading

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Say my name, make me believe.

Say my name. Make me believe. I am dreaming of you again dear Maria. Prettiest eyes and longest legs in my world are stealing my dreams. I called you at midnight and I… Continue reading

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One, two, three, four. Do we begin again?

One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me? Am I the captive or the guard? One, two, three, four. Did we dance? Prey… Continue reading

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The fray, the train ride to Monterey. Part two.

The Fray, the train ride to Monterey.. Part two. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Be not afraid of the Fray. The Fray takes you to where you need to me. The wistful life will… Continue reading

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The midnight blues.

The midnight blues… 1- He loved the bones of her hand. He loved to hold her hands and feel the hidden softness. He adored her laughing eyes, they made sleeping men come alive.… Continue reading

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The shadows. Veteran day poetry.

Shadows.. (A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world and I miss her voice.)  My sister told me. You  have changed and you saw too much shit andyour mind and… Continue reading

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One tin soldier.

One tin soldier… A prologue to a good life. We need sin, we need whiskey and we need kind women. I learn the rage of Hemingway and the sadness of Salinger and Kosinski.… Continue reading

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