Tag Archive: Poet

Just a dance in the clouds my dear lover…

 Just a dance in the clouds my dear lover… Once I knew wanderlust, I wanted to swim in the seven seas, I wanted to find sacred places in our world, I wanted to dance… Continue reading

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Deny love…

Deny love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Thank you Sarah ~ Lady Idriel for the use of a few lines.                      Deny love… “How could I love you the wrong way?How could this be… Continue reading

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Come live with me and be my love…

Come live with me and be my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I stole a line from the great writer Christopher Marlowe                                        Come live with me and be my love… (Come live… Continue reading

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Where are you?..

Where are you? A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We lose people, and we learn we need them.                                    Where are you? Do you remember me?Do you think of me on the lonely nights?Was I… Continue reading

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Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen…

Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen… I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading

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Please tell me a story…

Please tell me a story… Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap your… Continue reading

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Roses and lovers…

 Roses and lovers… “O my love, O my love. I said: Let me fall or stand, let me fall or stand, let me live or die, but this once hear me speak- O… Continue reading

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Should of loved you more…

Should of loved you more… He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading

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You saved me…

You saved me… “Save one life, we know happiness. Save many lives. We know peace.” Once I knew everything and I learned. I knew nothing. Old age had taught me, Johnnie, you know… Continue reading

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Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding…

Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. He told me. I killed and I… Continue reading

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