Tag Archive: Writing

Broken bones and unkempt promises..

Broken bones and unkempt promises A Poem by Coyote Poetry This poem had been dancing in my head for days. I hope you enjoy.”                          Broken bones and  unkempt  promises.. Fools’ dances in wishes and dreamers believe love… Continue reading

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She wore flowers in her hair..

She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time.”                        She wore flowers in her hair.. I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my… Continue reading

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Broken man prayer..

Broken man prayers A Poem by Coyote Poetry We pay for every sin my friend. Walk softly through life. Real and solid things come to us rarely.”              … Continue reading

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My father’s burden..

(Last day with my father, Summer 1996.) He left me with strength and wisdom. We must do the right things.     My father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  My father taught me to appreciate… Continue reading

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Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on..

(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.) Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms.We would… Continue reading

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Dream a little dream..

Dream a little dream.. The Dark Poet didn’t want to see the  light. The pretty Poet demanded attention and answer. She told him,  all of us need to dream a little dream. He… Continue reading

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The twisted dance of love..

The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A rewrite from December, 1988.” The twisted dance of love(Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the night… Continue reading

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A love story..

A love story… You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often dear… Continue reading

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Wild horses and a beautiful Bishop Briggs song.

Wild horses…. We laid bare on the patio, allowing the moonlight to caress our skin. She wanted to make love at the midnight hours on the closed-in patio, as the rain gentle fell.… Continue reading

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The red dress..

The red dress.. The reflection of unwanted love.  True love beyond reach.Leave us yearning for things we cannot have. Her teasing gestures make me unravel and have selfish wants.I befriended her the auburn… Continue reading

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