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The word man..

Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California.  I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… Continue reading →

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Poetry- Love, passion and meaning..

Poetry-love, passion and meaning.  “I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhereI go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is… Continue reading →

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Concrete angel..

Concrete angel.. It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I… Continue reading →

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The black night and the shadow dance..

The black night and the shadow dance.. A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive and… Continue reading →

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Blue eyes angel is crying for me..

Blue eyes angel is crying for me… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A old poem written in 1981. I hope rewritten better.  Blue eyes.. A blue eyes angel is crying for me.In the turmoil… Continue reading →

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A poet’s love and a beautiful Lorde song.

“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.” Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike  Everett “If a… Continue reading →

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Dearest Cheryl..

Dearest Cheryl.. She was a creature of the night. Her eyes were wild and filled with wonders, like a clear night with the stars dancing above. She reverend love and love did not… Continue reading →

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I hope, I don’t fall in love with you.

I hope, I don’t fall in love with you.. I found her sitting alone on the sand at the Seaside beach. You held your whiskey tightly and you wanted to be alone. I… Continue reading →

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Art and words..

Art and words A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Art is poetry for the eyes.                                Art and words.. In ancient China. They believed there was a affinity between painting and poetry.The true masters of… Continue reading →

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I remember you. I need a warm day.

I remember you.. The summer days were long andthe splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot days.Thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of Monterey… Continue reading →

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