Tag Archive: Poem

Tender loving care…

  Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward.                                      Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the… Continue reading

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We get what we deserve

 We get what we deserve I wrote on the bar napkin, a name of a kind woman who is dead to me now. Once the Bacchus wine made lovers of us, we were… Continue reading

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The heartstrings…

The heartstrings   She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasses with soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes. He knew she was… Continue reading

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Ravishing beauty dancing alone…

Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hard to brake down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget. Ravishing beauty dancing alone We will masquerade  as many people.… Continue reading

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Hands of stone

Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of stone, soft and tender to the people we love and care for. We must make time for the family. Be kind… Continue reading

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Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart.

 Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart. She was so damn pretty and she moved through life like a panther in the free forest on the hunt. Her eyes were black as coal and… Continue reading

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My greatest regret was you

My greatest regret was you   Loved and lost Dear lover, my beautiful love. Honey, sweetheart and my love. Where are you now? Once we drank the Long Island ice tea and laughed… Continue reading

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My Fabiola

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.… Continue reading

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Remember you, please remember me

Remember you, please remember me. — Gin, sin and the sea   You liked the silence and the gin and I loved the sea and your company. You told me often. “If you… Continue reading

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“Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen”

Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen   I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarettes, Jack Daniels whiskey… Continue reading

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