Tag Archive: Writing

The poet’s heart.

The poet’s heart…  The poet wrote to paper. Where are you my love, sweet. He told the morning sky, do you remember? I promised you a summer waltz near the sea and I… Continue reading

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Morning glory.

Morning glory.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near.                                 Morning glory.. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading

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I saw a face.

I saw a face.. I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face.The face brought back a sweet memory,was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me, and she embraced me… Continue reading

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A song of forever.

A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shunned love, and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading

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You cross my mind in the midnight hours.

The dance… Love is a wild dance.Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begins to create separation.The once perfect dance because… Continue reading

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The mercy.

The mercy. She was like a blessed mermaid from the Pacific. She came to me on a Fall night when the moon was full. She asked me at the midnight hour. Have you… Continue reading

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Sometimes we must steal and loan.

Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin’s tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat. Once she wanted everything and more, now she needs the Long Islands ice teas. She was a… Continue reading

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The parable of the flowers.

The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man… She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas.  I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading

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I dreamed of you.

I dreamed of you. I remember Paris. You were in your perfect place and free. Your mind running wild in the beauty of the old city of Paris. The kind, City of lights.… Continue reading

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She serene me with the sweet words of love.

 She serene me with the sweet words of love. Sometime we shroud ourselves in things we shouldn’t have.Torrent love flames will become weaker and you must have something else to hold on to.… Continue reading

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