Tag Archive: Texas

A New Orleans lullaby…

A New Orleans lullaby… I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading

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My Texas rose…

My Texas rose… The sweetest gal in Texas told me. Please give me your address and I will write you when you are gone. I told her, she was a treasure, a blessing… Continue reading

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Open the door dear lover. Texas poetry.

Open the door my dear lover… I told the bartender at the Downtown Austin tavern, I was born sick. My mind twisted and wrong. I was born poor and now I have enough.… Continue reading

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The Fall sweet honey..

The Fall sweet honey A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe days of Fall. Days for our life to slow down a-bit.” Fall sweet honey… Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh… Continue reading

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Dearest Nicole..

(Dearest Nicole told me. The vastness of everything. The vastness of nothing. What is real? We must decide.) Dearest Nicole.. I befriended her at a strip-club. She was the dancer with the far-away… Continue reading

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Just dance…

Just dance… Hold me close, hold me sweet.Allow my face to fall into your  hair and the essence of perfume.Allow the intimacy of the dance to make us find forbidden and wild place.… Continue reading

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Who am I now?

Who am I now? We are the same, we are different. I believe we want the same things and some of us want more and some of us want less. Some of  us… Continue reading

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Haunt me…

 Haunt me… I found her again at the hard metal club in Austin and she was dressed in her black skirt and her favorite black blouse. I stay at a distance and I… Continue reading

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The daylight fading…

The daylight fading…. Once the most kindest woman in Texas weaved me a safe place to be. Dearest Jayne use to hold me tightly and she sang songs of love to me late… Continue reading

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Pretty pictures…

Pretty pictures… I loved love, but love didn’t love me. I told the pretty Austin, Texas gal. I adored her bare shoulders and her black dress that draped her skin tightly. She smiled… Continue reading

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