Tag Archive: Poet

‘The sea is near’

The sea is near A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The sea is near “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But thereoff in the end despondency and madness”- Wordsworth  … Continue reading

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Don’t say nothing

Don’t say nothing   You and I had found holy ground where we know real love. We have learn, we can stumble over too many words spoken. Please don’t say nothing. Just hold… Continue reading

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‘Hold on tightly baby’

Hold on tightly baby   You were the bloody storm my lover. You were my strawberry red-haired lady beauty on the Fifth street in Austin, Texas. For twenty dollars and a wrist band.… Continue reading

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Poetry month- I knew how to love once

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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For Poetry month, April– If I had magic

If I had magic   Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for an ancient and holy place. The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty. Perfect place to hide wishing wells… Continue reading

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The ancient warrior

Ancient warrior A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood cannot change. Sometime must go back to your place of birth to learn peace.   The ancient warrior   I drove to the forest, away… Continue reading

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‘The rising sun’

The rising sun   I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit.… Continue reading

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Leftover wine

Leftover wine Once, you and I, we tried to catch the wind. Once, you and I, tried to touch the clouds. We marvel at our world and we danced freely with the wildflowers… Continue reading

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I will take care of you

I will take care of you   The bar stool Poet told the pretty Lady sitting with him.   “Love had turn me right, love had turn me wrong. Love had turn my… Continue reading

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For Poetry month- The dance of the flowers

The dance of the flowers.   My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My dearest and kindest friend, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the… Continue reading

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