Tag Archive: Poet

‘I want to dance with you’

(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth)   I want to dance with you tonight… Continue reading

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Sins of our father’

              Father’s eyes and anger Is my Father’s eyes and anger. Are they mine now? I told you, I love you, I need you. Love should bring… Continue reading

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“Like a whisper”

Like a whisper A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.   Like a whisper   (This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way… Continue reading

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‘The kiss’

The kiss The hot days of Summer days were upon us. Youth, wine, song and Germany warm days were our blessings. We had the long Summer days to roam, talk and find new… Continue reading

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Happy Father’s day- For my Grandfather

For Grandpa A Poem by Coyote Poetry   Happy father’s day   For Grandpa (Written for my Grandfather in June of 1980. Was posted in his kitchen till his death.) Time had surpass.… Continue reading

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‘Delicate wings’

Delicate wings (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people are more tender than others)   Delicate wings   Beautiful Liz, she allowed me in. Her word and beauty memorized me. Woman who strip… Continue reading

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Happy Father day- Like father

Like father.   A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Blood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face.  Living life taught me. Being a father is great responsibility. With age,… Continue reading

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‘Something shouldn’t be beheld or touched’

(Thank you Mahafsoun for the photo)   Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched   You have taunted my dreams and made me wish for sordid and frenzy nights, captured in your embrace. I want… Continue reading

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Some poetry

Unforgettable I found you waiting, holding flowers of blue. I watched you pondering life and possibility. Your eyes rose up and you asked me. Was I okay? I told you. I create an… Continue reading

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‘She crazy’

My father. He  loved the rum and the gin,  he loved the women too. He was a rolling stone who wanted the long highway and the new places. Home, was the place where… Continue reading

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