Tag Archive: Poet

‘The sea and the chess game.

The sea and the chess game   Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila. The old man had few friends. People see an old man with no-place… Continue reading

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I saw a face’

I saw a face   I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face. The face brought back a sweet memory, was once a sweet memory.   She walked toward me… Continue reading

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‘Hold on tightly baby’

Hold on tightly baby A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and a re-write.   Hold on tightly baby   You were the bloody storm my lover, you were my strawberry red-haired lady… Continue reading

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Please stay with me my love’

Please stay with me my love   Once upon a life. I knew us. Dear Suzy. You were so perfect. So beautiful and kind. A boy’s wish and dream.   I learn from… Continue reading

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‘Two out of three ain’t bad’

  Two out of three ain’t bad   I told her. I will be your Hemingway and you can be my Agnes . You will be my beloved and untold story. I have… Continue reading

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Black as the night’

  Black as the night   Love is sweet and love can be so deadly. I knew Jenny was so damn beautiful. Youthful eyes and woman perfect curves, make a wise man become… Continue reading

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Free bird- one of my favorite songs.

Free bird   We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know love could be set on fire, burn and be forgotten when the straw and paper dispersed to the sky… Continue reading

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‘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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