Tag Archive: poetry

Maybe right or maybe wrong?

 Maybe right or Maybe wrong?? I told the kind lady, the pretty one. I am at the right place my sweet heart. Pretty lady danced to the slow jazz song alone and I… Continue reading

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My masterpiece…

 Masterpiece Once blushing beauty stole my heart. She create a rage of need I never knew. She found me sitting alone by the Boeblingen lake and her river blue eyes stole everything I… Continue reading

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Fragrance of Winter….

Remembering the fragrance of Winter A Poem by Coyote PoetryI remember you. Do you remember me?                              Remembering the fragrance of… Continue reading

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I called your name….

I called your name A Poem by Coyote PoetrySome Prince song and some words                            I called your name… I called your… Continue reading

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The lover, a soldier prayer…

the lover (A soldier prayer) A Poem by Coyote PoetryOne of my first published poems The Lover, A Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySoldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to… Continue reading

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Waiting for a miracle…

Waiting for a miracle… I remember you, I remember us.You were my wild and untamed lady, and I was running to you, and I was running away from you in the same moment.You… Continue reading

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Over and over again…

Over and over again… I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams. You whispered to me in a sweet dream. Over and over my dearest. We can… Continue reading

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Pretty pictures..

Pretty pictures A Poem by Coyote PoetryNovember poetry number fourteen.                Pretty pictures… I loved love, but love didn’t love me. I told the pretty Austin, Texas gal.… Continue reading

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A little mercy now…

A little mercy now… I know, I am fragments of what I was. Once loud mouth and crazy man. His eyes are heavy with sadness and memories. He told the falling sun. The… Continue reading

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Sin is sin, till we partake…

Sin is sin, till we partake…. He told the pretty Irish girl, sin is sin till we partake in her sweetness. Then the sin become a part of us, we will accept willingly.… Continue reading

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