Tag Archive: love

Ravishing beauty dancing alone..

Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Hard to brake down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget.                             Ravishing beauty dancing alone.. We will masquerade  as many… Continue reading

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Mystical places…

Mystical places A Poem by Coyote Poetry  First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.                                 Mystical places.. Many… Continue reading

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Scarborough fair..

Scarborough fair.. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading

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I need you now…

I need you now… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Great love, never died. When love is alive. The love will grow to become a willow tree. Flowing and dancing with the free wind. Expanding… Continue reading

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A whiskey and a glass of water..

A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading

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Only love will break your heart..

 Only love will break your heart… We learn with old age. Love is everything. I was babysitting my grand-daughter. Now 18 months old and I would spend the days with her. Five days… Continue reading

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The lady in the black dress..

The lady in the black dress.. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading

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Now nothing remains the same…

Now nothing remains the same.. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading

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The heartstrings..

  The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him… Continue reading

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If we make it though December..

 If we make it through December… Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin… Continue reading

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