Tag Archive: Poet

Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars for the crying moon.

Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars for the crying moon. Once a beautiful woman believed love was grand, the kisses would become sweeter and love would save her. She would find me drinking… Continue reading

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Sometimes it snows in April. Remember the legend, Prince.

Sometimes it snows in April… 1- Was a warm April day and she left him, feeling breathless. Her wild eyes and her thousand dreams, he adored. The fire in her voice, made him… Continue reading

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What is ugly? What is beautiful?

What is ugly? What is beautiful? A Poem by Coyote Poetry   What is ugly? what is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad.… Continue reading

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Naked ladies and the roses. And a beautiful Alisa Fineman song.

Naked ladies and the roses. 1- When I hold you tightly and we dance near the Big Sur Sea. The sun kissed our faces and we enthralled in the miracle of love kindness.… Continue reading

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Remember to forget.

Remember to forget. 1- Once, with a Germany night sky above me. Pretty Bridgette found me. She held me like a child and she told me. Play stay with me till you are… Continue reading

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Love posies.

Love Posies. My pretty love, dear Sheena told me. You promised me love posies, everyday of my life. You promised me morning posies and you promised to read love posies before we sleep.… Continue reading

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The paradox of a soldier.

The paradox of a soldier. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We decide our life. Ensure you figure out what you need.  The paradox of a soldier. The paradox of a soldier. He loved war, … Continue reading

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The fortunate ones.

The fortunate ones. Lovely be, a day can be. When the sun kiss your face and the lake is near. The long summer days, blessings for us who love the free wildflowers and… Continue reading

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She is free.

She is free. 1- She found me at the Pacific, she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. Love should be… Continue reading

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One, two, three, four. Do we begin again?

One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me? Am I the captive or the guard? One, two, three, four. Did we dance? Prey… Continue reading

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