Tag Archive: Relationships

My Winter love..

My Winter love A Poem by Coyote PoetryCold days seem to bring people closer. (Written somewhere in the early eighties.) My Winter love.. I whispered your sweet name.My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face… Continue reading

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Is it, everything you wanted?

Is it, everything you wanted? Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once… Continue reading

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Cigarettes and sassy..

Cigarettes and sassy.. You were the most beautiful, the most dangerous lady, I knew. You were my angry lady, sassy and always seeking new thrills. I loved your dark side and I loved… Continue reading

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Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart..

Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart…. She was so damn pretty and she moved through life like a panther in the free forest on the hunt.Her eyes were black as coal and her… Continue reading

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If I could turn back time, I would..

If I could turn back time, I would….. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading

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Midnight thoughts..

Rage and pain.Illusion and deceit.Love born than died.—- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor.—— Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined.                              John Castellenas/Coyote

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Old love..

Old love… She  called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading

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I want to be the one, you want..

I want to be the one, you need.. 1- We swayed with the sea, we loved the Storms of January. I swirled you into soft and easy circles on the empty Seaside beach.… Continue reading

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Never love a poet..

1- Time will steal everything we known and what we loved. We will grow old and we will forget, once we danced, once we loved to sing and  once, we adored love.  Time… Continue reading

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Unwashed memories..

Unwashed memories.. At the Purgatory Inn in Austin, Texas. No-one seek to save you, no-one is seeking salvation. Just leftover people finding peace in the whiskey and the sad country songs. Pretty Sally,… Continue reading

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