Tag Archive: Poet

My Joan of Arc

My Joan of Arc A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words          My Joan of Arc She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I… Continue reading

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“Ghost, demons, lovers and lonely corridors”

Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts upon life.                         Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons… Continue reading

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“She kissed me once and once only”

She kissed me once and once only A Poem by Coyote Poetry I read the great Writer Jack London again. Gave me some positive motivation. You must read “When God laugh.”                           She… Continue reading

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The wicket waltz

This wicked waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words This wicked waltz Perfect beauty is waiting for me and she is dressed in a perfect red rose  dress. Her tempting shoulders and… 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… Continue reading

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“Tattoos”

tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time.                               Tattoos My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos?… 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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“The Poet”

The Poet A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words coyotepoet                      The Poet You make words come alive and vibrant. You love books and words. You whispered words to create escape and better… Continue reading

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“Fresh and bones”

Flesh and bones (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.) I fell from the top of the mountain. I stood with so many victories. I realized… Continue reading

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“No cure for love”

No cure for Love. In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment. I tried to forget a woman’s face and green eyes. Tried to forget those long beautiful and soft  legs. I tried… Continue reading

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