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Love is like a flower garden..

Love is like a flower garden.. Once we danced in tropical clubs hidden in the dark corners of the tropics,we lavished in a love without fear of boundaries and distance. You open new… Continue reading →

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I remember you, do you remember me?

I remember you, do you remember me? Once we had the Spring days, once we knew the sweetest kisses, once I loved you and you loved me. Poem two” Yesterday girl is drinking… Continue reading →

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Kiss away my ghost..

Kiss away my ghosts.. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He write sleeping man poetry and he drink the “Quiet man”  whiskey.  He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading →

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I remember you and a amazing Elvis song.

I remember you.A Poem by Coyote Poetry  “Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. “   I remember you…             The summer days were long.The splendor… Continue reading →

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Dreams, yesterday and love..

Four little poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I found some short poetry from 1989. I hope you like.                                      1- DreamsI could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you… Continue reading →

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The rage, the pain and the kiss..

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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The night rain..

The night rain.. Velvet and silk dreams turned stormy and dark.I held you close and I whispered.A little bit longer dear love,I want to listen to your heart and hear you speak,I want… Continue reading →

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I was condemned after I saw your place..

I was condemned after I saw your face…  I was looking for the wide open road and some kind of freedom.She sat alone on a barren road on the back road of Texas… Continue reading →

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Deluded love, broken promises..

Deluded love, broken promises and melancholy dreams… 1- Deluded love.. Pretty Peggy came to me at midnight, carrying Hemingway whiskey and a hopeful smile. I saw in her eyes, I was her last… Continue reading →

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The wild roses… Good songs and some words.

The wild roses.. The old drunk Poet told me. Johnnie, wild roses are supported to be free and wild.Things, that are too beautiful to touch will make us yearn and need till we… Continue reading →

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