Tag Archive: Poem

Secret love…

Secret love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  “Let’s the bells ring, and let the boy sing, let the cup go around.” John Fletcher     Secret love… You bare your words, exposing secret places and… Continue reading

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Dandelions dreams…

Dandelions dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Spring days bring hope.                               Dandelions wishes… The Spring days are alive. The dandelions are growing free and wild in the valley. The lovers hold the dandelion… Continue reading

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Wild child…

The wild child… The poet loved the careless girl, he loved the girl who loved the sweet wines and she could make him smile with her dance, her beautiful voice and her eyes… Continue reading

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Your love, like heroin..

Your love, like Heroin… Lace and silk, whiskey and sin, pain and misery we loved. I loved to watch you paint your beautiful face and I told you. You are a natural beauty.… Continue reading

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Delicate and boundless…

 Delicate and boundless.. Marianne found me drinking alone by the Texas river. I was drinking the Black Velvet whiskey at noon and writing old-man poetry. She took my journal and she read my… Continue reading

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Sometimes we must steal and loan kisses…

  Sometime we must steal and loan kisses… Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin’s tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat. Once she wanted everything and more, now she need… Continue reading

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I was told…

I was told… The prettiest and most dangerous lady, I was told she was, always writing down her words and she was waiting for me, her strong coffee sweet and creamy, I saw… Continue reading

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The echoes of yesterday…

The echoes of yesterdays… (April poetry number twelve.) Drinking alone in a Monterey tavern in April,1992. I was trying to hide from a memory and I saw the saddest face man looking back… Continue reading

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If I could turn back time, I would…

If I could turn back time, I would….. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading

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We are, what we leave behind…

We are, what we leave behind. I remember the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She was a Ojibwa woman who lost everything and she kept her human emotions of kindness and… Continue reading

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