Tag Archive: Romance

I adored you…

 I adored you.. I loved you near and afar. I loved your soft voice and beautiful face. I stood near you, and we held hands, and we shared drinks. We traveled California highway… Continue reading

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Highway 40 called me..

Highway 40 called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road.                                   Highway 40 called me I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow I got lost.… Continue reading

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Only you..

Only you A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old poetry of love with a re-write.                                 Only you I drank in the beauty of river clear blue eyes. I watched you dance on the almost… Continue reading

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Needing and bleeding…

Needing and bleeding A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love teaches us many things. Mainly hold on tight and be kind.                                       Needing and bleeding.. I have lived and died in your arms. You were… Continue reading

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Dark interludes..

Dark Interludes A Chapter by Coyote Poetry  Love comes when she wants.                                      Dark Interludes.. Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us.  A old friend of many years send me a letter with kind… Continue reading

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Come live with me and be my love..

Come live with me and be my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I stole a line from the great writer Christopher Marlowe                                        Come live with me and be my love.. (Come live… Continue reading

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Just a slow dance..

 Just a slow dance…. Good Jazz, the good drink and drowning in the old memories. My old love dancing alone to the saddest Jazz and I told my whiskey. Pretty lady, I remember… Continue reading

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Just a Black Velvet lullaby..

Just a Black Velvet lullaby… I wrote to a old journal in a Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet don’t cry, he just write some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading

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The lucky one..

The lucky one A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The gift of love. No more honored gift.                                 The lucky one She offered me a smile and a hello.I was besieged by her beauty.She asked… Continue reading

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Andrea…

Andrea.. I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly. Old… Continue reading

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