Tag Archive: Poem

The twisted dance of love….

The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Just words. A rewrite from December 1988.                        The twisted dance of love…                      (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in… Continue reading

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You cross my mind in the midnight hours…

The dance… Love is a wild dance.Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begin to create separation.The once perfect dance because… Continue reading

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A song of forever and A Elle King song…

 A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading

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The Jazzy Sundays…

The Jazzy Sunday.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  My best days was on Sunday in Austin, Texas. I would spend the evenings listening to the legends of Jazz.  The Jazzy Sundays… The jazz is… Continue reading

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You are my treasure…

 You are my treasure… My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday and to bath for many hours in a hot bubble bath, jazz music and little conversation. I would wash her hair in… Continue reading

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I like to see the eyes…

I like to see the eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When we truly can see. The eyes allow us into true places and mystery.                                 I like to see the eyes… I don’t… Continue reading

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Flesh and bones….

Flesh and bones… (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.) I fell from the top of the mountain. I stood with so many victories. I realized… Continue reading

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The storm…

The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love can break you down and leave you empty and alone.                                      The storm… Love can be like a gentle rain. It can be like a thunderstorm to… Continue reading

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A good day to be alive my friend…

(My dear grandmother Beulah in 1977) A good day to be alive my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Each day is a opportunity to do something good.    A good day to be… Continue reading

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Angela…

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

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