Tag Archive: poetry

A woman, like you.

A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Reading my poetry from 1993. Made me think of a good memory and good time.                           A woman. like you. Me and my sweet… Continue reading →

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No cure for love.

No cure for Love. (Sometime looking back in time. Bring back the bad times.  As time pass. The bad times seem not so bad.) In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment. I… Continue reading →

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The damns and the foolish.

The Damns and the foolish A Poem by Coyote Poetry Austin, Texas bars bring the best of people together The Damns and the Foolish The ways and means committee at the local Tavern… Continue reading →

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Waiting by the wayside.

Waiting by the wayside. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must stop and re-adjust our life and thoughts.                                    Waiting by the wayside I was  waiting by the wayside. Tried to figure… Continue reading →

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Young men dream and old men wish.

Young men dream and old men wish. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Age make us kinder and wiser. Must fall down many times to appreciate life.                          Young men dream and old men… Continue reading →

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Midnight rendezvous.

                      Midnight rendezvous Woman are gifts to wise men.A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is more wonderful then to… Continue reading →

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First love.

First love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. When youth was my advantage. First poem I got published years ago.                      … Continue reading →

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Daybreak confession to the sea.

Daybreak confession to the Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry In a life we must add up what we have done. Re-set our journey and begin again.   Daybreak confession to the Sea… Continue reading →

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A naken woman

A naked woman A Poem by Coyote Poetry                                  A  naked woman (A wise artist once said. To see a nude woman is more wonderful then 1000 beautiful paintings in a museum.)  … Continue reading →

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Like father.

Like father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face.                                       Like father. When I look in the mirror. What do I see?… Continue reading →

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