Tag Archive: poetry

I remember you dear Brigitte.

I remember you dear Brigitte.. Beautiful and wonderful days of my youth. Rhyme and song, I did love. I found a dream in September of 1978.Gorgeous and kind Brigitte, she took my hands.… Continue reading

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Blushing beauty stole my heart.

Blushing beauty stole my heart… The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made… Continue reading

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Forever young. Coyote is 67 years old on August 11th. Maybe forever young?

1- I am not done yet my friends, still many miles to go. Are you coming with me? 2- The wine been sweeter, the days been longer. We have survived the bad days… Continue reading

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The haunting song.

The haunting song… The cold days of Winter are slowly leaving us and we waiting for the warm days of Spring. Today I’m drinking alone, dancing alone and singing songs alone. My chosen… Continue reading

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I am no-one and you are my everything.

I’m no-one and you are my everything A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen we love someone more than our-self. We have known real love.                        I’m no-one and you are my everything…. Old wise men… Continue reading

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Flesh 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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Almost to California.

Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She was waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading

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The rum and juice lullaby.

The rum and juice lullaby… Once we stripped bare naked and we showed real face and real skin. You were fire and I was water. My greed was to steal everything I could.… Continue reading

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My Gypsy soul.

Gypsy soul   Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man.Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We are… Continue reading

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Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding.

Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding. Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. He told me. I killed and I… Continue reading

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