The Coyote dancing. The Coyote song.
Coyote song A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be free to learn and dream. If we get lock in a cage. We are just waiting for death. The Coyote song. Beautiful… Continue reading
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Two out of three, isn’t bad.
Two out of three isn’t bad. I was sitting alone in an Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking the long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. An old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave… Continue reading
Where will this road lead us?
Where will this road lead us? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can be dead in heart. Awoke with one sweet kiss. (Johnnie in Monterey in 1992.) Where will this road lead us? Love… Continue reading
Gypsy lovers and Irish morning coffee.
Last house near the lake. Was our place to rest. We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings. We would find the quiet lake rarely, for we loved the whiskey, deadly dances and… Continue reading
Would you? Could you?
Would you? Could you? 1- I am sorry I caused you pain.I wouldn’t want to break your heart,I am a forgotten man, and you are a beautiful flower. Love me not, for men… Continue reading
A safe place to go. And a lovely Alisa Fineman song.
A safe place to go. I’m dreaming of Big Sur andI’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… Continue reading
The song of love.
The Song of love. Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of love.The blackness of love, the whiteness of love.The dead love, the alive love.The desperate love and the forgotten love.… Continue reading
Lilac wine and a lovely Sophia wonderful song.
Lilac wine. Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air. You were my Spring love, my summer… Continue reading
Poetry, writing and history.
Poetry, writing and history. A Poem by Coyote Poetry History and poetry. Old timer at work told me a interesting story. He asked me did I know the reason for Memorial Day and where… Continue reading
Resemble love.
(Nothing as sexy, as a woman can play a game of chess.) Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare and hard to find. Resembled love Pretty as a perfect… Continue reading