Tag Archive: Online Writing

I still miss you…

I still miss you… 1- Dear Bridgette, you saved me once on a September day. Your soft voice and gentle heart calmed the rage of a man, drowning in rage. You held my… Continue reading

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The wicked games, we play…

The wicked games, we play… 1- We stole kisses, we said so many words of lies. We loved the wicked game. We adored our naked nights, where we shared sin and gin. We… Continue reading

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Love goes, on and on..

Love goes, on and on… 1- The poet’s wisp. Maybe lies, maybe true. He told the night. Life is a game of truth and dare. Do we play or not? Sometimes the truth… Continue reading

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Calmness…

Calmness A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Tired of the angry world.  Calmness Quiet world, safe world. People talking, solving problems. Peace maker voices, being heard. My wishes to the midnight moon. I want my… Continue reading

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My Texas rose…

Texas rose… The sweetest gal in Texas told me. Please give me your address and I will write you when you are gone. I told her, she was a treasure, a blessing to… Continue reading

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Black as the night…

Black as the night.. I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you talk so… Continue reading

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Grandfather’s roses…

  Grandfather’s roses… My grandfather told me often. We must be like the rose. She sleeps the complete Winter and rebirth yearly stronger and more beautiful. In the hard days of Winter, she… Continue reading

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Ain’t blue no-more…

Ain’t blue no-more.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Good jazz make life easier….                       Ain’t blue no-more… “Hey nonny no! Men are fools that wish… Continue reading

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Dearest Cheryl…

Dearest Cheryl.. She was a creature of the night. Her eyes were wild and filled with wonders, like a clear night with the stars dancing above. She reverend love and love did not… Continue reading

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The poet, the dancer and the artist…

The poet, the dancer and the artist. A Story by Coyote Poetry  Our best days are with friends and good conversation.                      The poet, the… Continue reading

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