Tag Archive: Writing

Write, write and write some more..

Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?                              … Continue reading

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The elixir..

The Elixir… She had the Bacchus wine a plenty. She had found a dark corner to drink away the world. She was pissed-off lady drinking alone. I watched her and she was praying… Continue reading

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Just a Black Velvet lullaby.. And a beautiful Maria Daines song.

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 sea, the wishes.. And a beautiful Tosha Hill song.

The sea, the wishes.. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading

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The word man..

Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California.  I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… 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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Damn you my lovely lady midnight..

Damn you my lovely lady midnight… I didn’t know, we didn’t know. We would crash and burn. You told me. Love had turned ugly, love had turn to blackness. Please Johnnie, dance with… Continue reading

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Looking for beautiful Sara..

Looking for beautiful Sara.. 1-  Once he loved a beautiful gal and he told her. I am Winter and you are Spring. He told her on a cold Winter day. Beautiful Sara, please… Continue reading

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Beautiful Maria. Show me the way to the fray..

A woman, too pretty to be near me. She took my hands and she told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You must find the Fray. Your organized life is killing you and your dead dreams… Continue reading

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When the drinker prays..

When the drinker prays… Once brave man, once soldiers, once business man and now a grandfather. He watched his world fall into madness and he pours three fingers of Gentleman Jack. Once he… Continue reading

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