Tag Archive: Online Writing

The Fall sweet honey..

The Fall sweet honey A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe days of Fall. Days for our life to slow down a-bit.” Fall sweet honey… Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh… Continue reading

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The last chance motel…

The last chance motel… Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the long highways,… Continue reading

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Fabiola. Nothing remained the same..

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

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Somewhere in time…

(Nydia Lozano Painter) Somewhere in time…  The paradox of living,we get what we deserve.Once, the prettiest lady I have ever known,waited for a wayward man.I remember the fragrance of her skin,the tenderness of… Continue reading

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The fingerprints and a amazing song by Leonard Cohen.

The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading

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The poet and the naked lady.. And a amazing video.

The poet and the naked lady… I fell in love with a long legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and my eyes. I ate… Continue reading

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Dear Angela..

Dear Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight.              Dear Angela… Her beauty had lessen with time.The circle of… Continue reading

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A December morning.. And a beautiful Alexia Evellyn song.

December morning… The days of December are here. Kind earth is resting and we must become Winter people. The fire are burning and grandfathers must become the story tellers. He must entice the… Continue reading

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She is free…

She is free —————————————————————————————– She found me at the Pacific, she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. love should be… Continue reading

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Empty spaces…

Empty spaces.. Once I was dancing, rambling, drinking and free man. I was seeking the good death. Wanted to test my mind, I wanted  to test my body. I wanted to understand war,… Continue reading

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