Tag Archive: poetry

My Ambrosia

coyotepoetrebloggedcitroenzx(THank you Tumblr)                             My Ambrosia Exposed legs, open bottle of wine and the dust of the day is a-coming. You have waited for me. You sat near the window and swam in… Continue reading

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Just thoughts —-Missing pieces

The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.    … Continue reading

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Coming home

Coming home A Poem by Coyote Poetry You can’t come back from where you left. The road become twisted and we become confused. Coming home I sat in the plane from Philly.  Heading… Continue reading

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-We laughed, we danced and we celebrated being alive.

We laughed, we danced and we celebrated being alive. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For sweet Brigitte. I was lucky to be saved by a kind heart.                         We laughed, we danced… Continue reading

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__Who can limit love?

Who can limit love? A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Who can limit love” Words from the great writer Virgil.   in                        Who can limit love? She wanted to be the Joan of… Continue reading

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_Coffee, You and me

Coffee, You and me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Take two to tangle and to dance by the midnight moon. Coffee, you and me “Then shall thy circling arms embrace and dip my… Continue reading

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_Everything was you

Everything was you Waking up alone. Booze, blood and nothing is all I got. I have gone crazy. I have find peace in loneliness. You were my everything.  I was your mountain and… Continue reading

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__You will be always on my mind.

You will be always be on my mind The splendor of true love, Where you allow the wall of fear to fall completely down. Allowing emotion and desire to take two people away… Continue reading

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__The stone face man

The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to hear them anyway.                                Stone face man In old New Orleans 1993. I… Continue reading

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_Blinded. But not dead yet.

Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be able to see the light. Now I see chances to do good… Continue reading

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