Tag Archive: love

The Chelsea hotel.

The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading

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We become, who we supposed to be. Part two.

We become, who we supposed to be. Part two. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryPart two.                    We become, who we supposed to be. (Part two)… It was late… Continue reading

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Secret and lies.

Secrets and lies… I found her bleeding out near the sea. She held a empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle and her eyes were empty and cold. I sat with her and I took… Continue reading

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The hanging tree.

The hanging tree… In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading

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Do more.

Do more.. 1- I was blindsided by her. Her eyes, bright and demanding. I asked her. What do you need my lovely? She gave me a devilish smile and she told me. Give… Continue reading

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Was life, everything you wanted.

Was life, everything you wanted? Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once… Continue reading

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Time is a heartless thief.

1- Time will steal everything we known and what we loved. We will grow old and we will forget, once we danced, once we loved to sing and  once, we adored love.  Time… Continue reading

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A twisted lullaby, maybe?

A  twisted lullaby, maybe? Was the first of June and Johnnie and Lucy wanted a adventure. Johnnie told his dear Lucy; I have loved you yesterday and today I love you more. She… Continue reading

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A safe place to go.

A safe place to go… I’m dreaming of Big Sur.I’m wanting to be at the River Inn.Listening to good music and drinking the good wine.The California coastline saved my life once.I found a… Continue reading

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You are my poetry.

You are my poetry… Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading

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