“The word-man
The word-man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Know the truth. Open your eyes. Don’t be fooled by naysayers and liars. The word-man. (Need men of woman to write the truth. Thank you for… Continue reading
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“Delicate flower”
Delicate flower A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people and places are perfect. They are delicate flowers and perfect places. Delicate flower I was a wore and torn man, receded into the… Continue reading
A little sin-part five
2016, Yuriy Ku Drop A little sin Liz straddled me, wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. She laid her head into my neck and she gave me gentle kisses. I smelled her… Continue reading
“Highway poetry”
Highway poetry-short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Wander or slowly die She was so beautiful. She moved like a wild and free animal. I knew she was untamed and… Continue reading
“Drink of me my dear lover”
Drink of me my dear lover A Story by Coyote Poetry More Texas story. Drink of me my dear lover I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and… Continue reading
“Secret love and hidden wants
Secret love and hidden wants Fiery eyes woman watched the Poet read his words at the Poetry reading at the Monterey coffee-house. Her sweet voice like sweet honey asked him as he sat with… Continue reading
Like father
Father’s eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is hard not to follow your Father’s footsteps. But we must sometimes. Father’s eyes and anger 7 April 2009 (Part one. Wiser and smarter… Continue reading
Real self
Real self A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Real self I poured the sweet wine into the wine glasses and I watched your dancing eyes wanting to be fearless and wild.… Continue reading
“Russian roulette”
Russian roulette Beautiful young woman dances on a stage on the border of Austin. Moving like a butterfly in the breeze. Holding the attention of the men holding tight to good whiskey and… Continue reading
“Just words”
Just words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Write, write and write some more. Our words outlast our memory. There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and… Continue reading