Tag Archive: Poem

We are born to live..

We are born to live A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I need a year living near the sea.”                                 … Continue reading

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My dearest love, where did you go?

My dearest love, where did you go? One I found you and you found me. We loved Monterey and we were sea-dancers. We drank the tequila by the light of the moon and… Continue reading

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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 college… Continue reading

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My secret life…

My secret life.. I was your boss and teacher once. We shared hours in a locked building. I adored your long legs and auburn hair. Your perfect body unable to be hidden, made… Continue reading

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Kiss away my ghost..

Kiss away my ghosts.. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He write sleeping man poetry and he drink the “Quiet man”  whiskey.  He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading

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Angels, muses and sirens…

Angels, muses and sirens. A Story by Coyote Poetry There are good and bad death. I recommend you pick the proper one.” Angels, muses and sirens.. “Death did not beat me. I sacrificed everything… Continue reading

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The tarot cards…

We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet.                       The tarot cards… I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo.I have been having a… Continue reading

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Native Americans proverbs and some words..

The madness train A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late.     The  Madness train…             I’m twisted up.            Hogties to bullshit.             I’m strangled with useless things.            I… Continue reading

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The canvas of love…

The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote PoetryTrue love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great beauty with… Continue reading

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Maybe right or maybe wrong?

Maybe right or maybe wrong? I told the kind lady, the pretty one. I am at the right place my sweet heart. Pretty lady danced to the slow jazz song alone and I… Continue reading

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