Tag Archive: Poet

An empty book.

An empty book. A Poem by Coyote PoetryNeed to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter.                                  An empty book. An empty book is a lonely story.The great… Continue reading

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A moment of forever.

A moment of forever.                      Holy as love. You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle.We found a safe place to keep warm, we… Continue reading

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Old man wisdom.

Wisdom learned in a old man life A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime is hard to see beyond our own life.              Wisdom learned in an old man life. When we are born.Even the poorest… Continue reading

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Captive heart,

Captive heart.  Divine women love the Fall days. The cooler days make her wander into deep forest and search for quiet meadows and beautiful places. She loves the feel of the freedom in… Continue reading

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My great love.

My great love. Do we support to love but once? Where have my ancient lover’s gone? Chain of passion and spiritual journeys leaveme with kind faces in kind dreams. Everlasting smiles so rare… Continue reading

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Loveliest girl in Monterey. And a beautiful Elle king song.

The Loveliest girl in Monterey. The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading

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Love tragedy. And a beautiful Paloma Faith song.

Love tragedy. I remember the hellos. So sweet and kind. You were a wild girl in a woman body. You made me learn to dance, learn to climb the fault lines of California… Continue reading

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Sometimes we must steal and loan kisses.

Sometimes we must steal and loan kisses. Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin’s tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat. Once she wanted everything and more, now she needs the… Continue reading

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Clinton River photos.

The Clinton River. We need days by the river my friends. John

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Leftover wine.

Leftover wine. In Austin, Texas. Pretty woman confessed her sins to the bar room poet. He listens to her tale, and he caught glimpses of soft tears falling for things that were in… Continue reading

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