Tag Archive: Online Writing

Drink of me my dear lover…

Drink of me my dear lover A Story by Coyote PoetryMore Texas story.                                Drink of me my dear lover… I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and good sound.… Continue reading

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Drink of me, my love…

 Drink of me, my love… I hid in dark places for many years. I volunteered for far off places and war. I like the places where people wanted little and not everything. Dead… Continue reading

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Broken man prayers…

Broken man prayers A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe pay for every sin my friend. Walk softly through life. Real and solid things come to us rarely.                 … Continue reading

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A immortal love once…

A immortal love once… A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove is rare and it is a blessing.  I had a immortal love once…I told the whiskey glass. The worst sin done, is something we wanted… Continue reading

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I miss nothing…

I will miss nothing… You told me I was the only one once. Just whispered fairy tales to enhance the moment and the need. Naked bodies fought for the hunger of the flesh… Continue reading

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I have loved and I have lost myself…

I have loved and I lost myself A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem for love.                                  I have loved and I have lost myself… Do you know how it feels to be upon a… Continue reading

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Fable love…

Fable love…. I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading

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The fray…

  The fray… (Fray-1 a : to wear (something, such as an edge of cloth) by or as if by rubbing : fret. b : to separate the threads at the edge of. 2 : strain, irritate … a… Continue reading

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Merry Christmas. Please call the people you love.

(Two brothers who committed suicide before their twenties birthdays. One in 1988 and one in 1989.} “A sad one. If you feel death is more important then life. Please call me. Maybe I… Continue reading

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Spare me your stories and sleazy words…

Spare me your stories and sleazy words.                               (2 March 1986) I awoke alone. I reached out and brought a ghost of a lover back into my arms. In my sensuous and tranquil dreams.… Continue reading

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