Tag Archive: poetry

The whiskey and the beer song.

The whiskey and the beer song. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to hide in the wrong things.                           The whiskey and the beer song.. A whiskey and a beer was the song we… Continue reading

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You can’t run from yourself..

You can’t run from yourself.. I thought I had chameleon skin. My face could change with the weather, the continent. Once a blushing beauty told me. You are so handsome. Please show me… Continue reading

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My grandfather house..

My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to a old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading

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I didn’t know..

I didn’t know My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only. We danced in a forbidden love hidden in the secret corner of… Continue reading

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The dream surfer..

The dream surfer… In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, the yearning heart seek… Continue reading

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We had the month of May, once..

We had the month of May, once… Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading

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A lullaby for dear Luna..

A lullaby for dear Luna… Once I chased the moon, once I sang to her, great songs of love.  “Dear Luna, you are a miracle to behold, please come and dance with me… Continue reading

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I believed in forever once..

One, wild man was restless, fearless, a hurricane. He loved rhyme, verse and epic poetry about love, war and nature. He would drink, sing, dance into the midnight hours. He wanted a voyage… Continue reading

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Break me.. Love had showed me madness..

Break me… Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life  can be okay. Drink of my skin… Continue reading

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Happy Mothers day and a poem. A mother tears..

A mother tears… She was a beauty. My mother was 5 foot 8 inches in height. She was a  slim young lady with dreams and hope. She didn’t listen to her parent. She… Continue reading

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