Tag Archive: poetry

‘Shipwreck memories.

Shipwreck memories A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Shipwreck memories   The irony of a long life. We will know joy and sadness. We will have good days and bad days. We… Continue reading

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Dear Angela’

Dear Angela   A pretty girl sat with me by the sea and she whispered to me. “You know who I’m and what I do. And you stayed with me. All I know… Continue reading

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‘My greatest regret was you

My greatest regret was you     Dear Lizzy, my beautiful Liz. Honey, sweetheart and my love. Where are you now? Once we drank the Long Island ice tea and laughed at the… Continue reading

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A California a-dreaming

A California a-dreaming   Once on a full moon night in the Winter of 1992, I found my true love. I saw her dancing and moving for me and she bewitched my heart… Continue reading

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‘We are born to die and we are born to live

We are born to die and we are born to live   Dear father drank his one pint of rum with some coke nightly and he sat alone with his thoughts. I learn… Continue reading

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‘Please take my hand, please take my heart

Please take my hand, please take my heart.   Old man told the young soldier in the Fort Louis NCO club. You must die, to learn to live. You must lose everything to… Continue reading

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The dance of the flowers’

The dance of the flowers.   My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My love, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the earth is alive… Continue reading

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The first time I saw your face’

The first time I saw your face   I found lonely road and Godless heart. I was seeking good death and I was a leftover life waiting for no-one and nothing. I was… Continue reading

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Free falling’

Free falling   Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine and discoverer of new and unknown places.   I… Continue reading

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‘Arousing illusion.

Arousing illusion   Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar. The senses. Taste, smell, sight, touch and hearing. Make us live and die in them. Make us want things… Continue reading

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