Tag Archive: Poem

‘The gray whale’

          The gray whale (For Leona. A missed friend.) Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at an empty walls. He is sitting… Continue reading

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‘Sunday lovers’

Sundays lovers   Me and you lost in the cotton sheets. The sun sneaked into the room and you brought your body closer to me. You whispered. It is Sunday morning and we… Continue reading

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‘Dirty little secrets’

Dirty little secrets   I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember ‘ You and I’. I’m the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we… Continue reading

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I need you, I don’t need you’

I need you, I don’t need you —– Damn if you do, damn if you don’t Perfect beautiful girl came to me in the midnight hour. Eyes of hazel green, robust and young… Continue reading

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‘The songs of the seasons’

The songs of seasons (A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale.) The song of fall   Warm days, cold nights, create a restless passion. I can hear the whispers of the… Continue reading

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My oh my

My oh my Johnnie was drinking hard whiskey, was watching the sea dance and the sky turn more blacker and dangerous on the Monterey Wharf last tavern. A sweet voice whispered, big storm… Continue reading

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‘Did I ever love you’

  Did I ever love you?   Dying. Lying. Needing. Bleeding.   Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop.  … Continue reading

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Dance with daughter again

Dance with daughter   Old man remember. Little girls will become young woman. His little girl is tall and beautiful. One she waited for him. Needed a ride, a day at the park… Continue reading

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The fortunate one

My true love (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978-rewritten in 2014) The fortunate one   The feeling of joy is you. I have been submerge in your sweet kiss and tender… Continue reading

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Little wildflower’

My little wildflower   My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are swimming in the beauty of warm and perfect Spring days. I sat at her… Continue reading

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