Tag Archive: Poem

The brown eyed girl…

The brown eyed girl A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some woman make you wish you were young and free again. They bring to life the desire for you to want to be wild and… Continue reading

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Grandma Eulalia..

Grandma Eulalia.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Lost a great woman. She raised and loved so many. I call her Grandma Eulalia.  Grandma Eulalia… Today a great woman left our world. She raised and… Continue reading

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Unwashed memories..

Unwashed memories.. At the Purgatory Inn in Austin, Texas. No-one seek to save you, no-one is seeking salvation. Just leftover people finding peace in the whiskey and the sad country songs. Pretty Sally,… Continue reading

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Jennifer, please come to Monterey..

She held silence and she answered. “Dear Johnnie. You want the world. I’m with a child and I’m not free to roam and discover the wild world. I was a dead weight for… Continue reading

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A Jazzy Sunday night. Will I find you tonight.

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Needing and bleeding…

Needing and bleeding A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love teaches us many things. Mainly hold on tight and be kind.                                       Needing and bleeding.. I have lived and died in your arms. You were… Continue reading

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You don’t love me no-more.. And a beautiful Maria Daines song.

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Just some thoughts about you…

1- YouYou make me want things I cannot have.Your  sweet words making me wish for placeswere I can be free and wild.Knowing no control and swimming in your eyes.                        2- SecretsI want… Continue reading

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Not enough..

Not enough A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Sometime love isn’t enough.                                  Not enough.. Kind and sweet muse told me. Sweet Johnnie, I can save you.Please tell me what you need. You can’t live… Continue reading

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The crossroads of the embrace or the decay?

The crossroads of the embrace or the decay? A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We decide what we need and not with the quickest of decision. If we knew. It was the last time you… Continue reading

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