Tag Archive: poetry

Sara Little Wolf.

Sara Little Wolf. Once a pretty Ojibwa gal stole my heart and my thoughts. Her coffee brown eyes and golden-brown skin made me wish to swim in her kind and gentle eyes. She… Continue reading

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Tell me something.

Tell me something. 1- She told me, Johnnie, Johnnie. I want a fable love, where amor can win. I don’t want a timid man; I want a wild and crazy man. I  want… Continue reading

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A Spanish lullaby.

A Spanish lullaby A Poem by Coyote Poetry     A Spanish Lullaby. Once, you and I, became we. We distanced love and love found us. We were young, we were fearless and we… Continue reading

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Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey.

Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. In was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal, I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading

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The prettiest gal in Michigan.

The prettiest gal in Michigan. I kissed the prettiest gal in Michigan and her lips tasted of beer and the Irish whiskey. She told me, Johnnie, the quiet poet. You write about everything,… Continue reading

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We are, what we became.

We are, what we became. 1- They tried to shame her, they could not. She saw in their dirty eyes, whiskey, sin and sadness. She knew what she wanted, and she took it.… Continue reading

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Roses and lovers.

Roses and lovers. “O my love, O my love. I said: Let me fall or stand, let me fall or stand, let me live or die, but this once hear me speak- O… Continue reading

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Please swirl me one more time.

Please swirl me, one more time.. 1- She told him. Please don’t forget me my love. Tonight we dance with the sea near and  the sound of the ocean is our needed song.… Continue reading

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A poet’s love and a beautiful Lorde song.

“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.” Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike  Everett “If a… Continue reading

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You are my ambrosia. (Adult poetry.)

You are my ambrosia. He loved when he was inside her. The wetness of her warm vagina made him feel madness. Like two becoming one in the dance of passion. They fell into… Continue reading

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