Tag Archive: Poet

‘My ambrosia’

My Ambrosia Exposed legs, open bottle of wine and the dust of the day is a-coming. You have waited for me. You sat near the window and swam in deep thoughts. I wondered… Continue reading

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One more time’

One more time   Should I stay or should I go? Should we create a fire, we cannot put out. I whispered sweet baby, just one more time. Just one more kiss and… Continue reading

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Passing through’

Passing through A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading

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My Paloma

My Paloma   You and I. We knew the sacred fire of love once.   You and I. We were like careless children whispering promises of the love words, we couldn’t keep.  … Continue reading

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‘The war, the blood and the gun

The war, the blood and the gun   No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only blood and the sound of war. Who do we blame my friend?  … Continue reading

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‘Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire’

Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire A Story by Coyote Poetry Just words.   Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fire   It was early Summer of 1994 and I was… Continue reading

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‘Parable of Celia’

Parable of Celia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Parable of Celia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun.… Continue reading

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‘The stranger song’

The stranger song   Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers? Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night through. Now we sit together. Your eyes had died… Continue reading

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‘I knew how to sing once dear Julie’

I knew how to sing once dear Julie   Once I believe in love and I believed in the ambrosia of forever. When I drink my coffee late at night and I write.… Continue reading

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Dead Flowers’

Dead flowers (Some short poetry) —- Please don’t talk no-more   Pretty lady crying and she whispered to her banished lover. Please speak no-more, your words had turned worthless and meaningless. Your face… Continue reading

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