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It is cut and dried… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried… Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke… Continue reading
It is cut and dried… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried… Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke… Continue reading
I wish I was the morning sun… I wish I was the morning sun, be able to sun-kiss your skin. I wish I was the Summer rain, be able to caress your face,… Continue reading
Jenny wrote… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words can be magic, can be visions of beauty and can make us dream. Katie wrote.. Painted words are what the writer understand. Wisp and grasps… Continue reading
Like Father… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Do we become our parent? Do we follow their footsteps. Like father.. My father, like most men. He learned to hide is sadness and disappointment. He… Continue reading
My true love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978-rewritten in 2014 My true love… The feeling of joy is you. I have been submerge in your sweet kiss and tender embrace.… Continue reading
Blindfolded and weightless.. I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and… Continue reading
Beautiful journey. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise person ensure they take the good road. Beautiful journey… A thousand roads to choose.We can ride into darkness without fear of the consequences ortake… Continue reading
The Coastline.. I fell in love with her on a December morning.I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty.Her power. I walk quickly to her.She was dancing on the… Continue reading