Tag Archive: love

Lady midnight.

Lady midnight… I found you again my dear lady midnight. Too much whiskey, too much loneliness and you are looking so sweet, in your satin and silky nightgown. You straddle me and I… Continue reading

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The Jazzy Friday nights.

The Jazzy Friday nights… The jazz is best on Friday night in Austin, Texas. So many people roaming the city and the jazz men are playing their song sweetly and so damn good.… Continue reading

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The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song.

The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty lady glided across the room to me. Her eyes inflamed with the hunger for a dance, sweets words and some kisses. I told her. Dear… Continue reading

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We danced for the sea.

We danced for the sea and we prayed to the Goddess of the sea for more.. I call her my honey, I called her dear Jenny and she called me. The mountain who… Continue reading

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Love is a cruel mistress.

Love is a cruel mistress. You called me on a Sunny Friday and you asked me. Please Johnnie, meet me in Austin, Texas at midnight. I am feeling lonely, I need to dance… Continue reading

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Scars, we do have.

Scars, we do have.. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading

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Under the Willow tree. We danced.

Under the willow tree. We danced. Once we held love over everything. Love was holy and a joy. Was a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flowers in the Winter. The feeble… Continue reading

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Bad to the bone.

Bad to the bones.. (My new puppy Sergeant. He is bad to the bones too.) (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have… Continue reading

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Can you catch a falling leaf?

Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of October are here and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent of yesterday. Time… Continue reading

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She was a diamond.

She was a diamond A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands.  She was a Diamond.                                20 Nov. 1994 The drunk man toasts… Continue reading

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