Tag Archive: Online Writing

What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer, part two.

What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer… Part two.. In 1991, I gave-up. I gave everything of value away and everything else to the trash. Two brother committed suicide, one in 1988… Continue reading

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What is right, what is wrong? dear Jennifer..

 What is right, what is wrong?  Part one, dear Jennifer… The orchards are blooming, my grandfather’s roses are almost ready. I sit near the river, drinking the black velvet whiskey alone and putting… Continue reading

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I want to love you like…

  I want to love you like… I want to love you like we are babies just learning to love. I want you to undress with the lights on, allowing me to see… Continue reading

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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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La petite mort

She was a portrait of beauty.Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me? I told her.… Continue reading

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Oh, my lover…

Oh, my lover… Kisses not resisted. Interlacing bodies twisted-up in the Texas two-step.The hot Texas nights and lonely souls sharing time and the long Island iced tea.Sweet lady whispered. No rainbows to find… Continue reading

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Words of an insane man…

 Break me… Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life  can be okay. Drink of my skin… 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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Don’t ask for less…

Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote Poetry  In life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached.                                  Don’t ask for less… Echos of memories and voices… Continue reading

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The dance of the Gypsies…

The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love, song and dance, blood and the road.                                The dance of the Gypsies… I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes… Continue reading

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