Tag Archive: Writing

Deluded love, broken promises and melancholy dreams..

Deluded love, broken promises and melancholy dreams… 1- Deluded love.. Pretty Peggy came to me at midnight, carrying Hemingway whiskey and a hopeful smile. I saw in her eyes, I was her last… Continue reading

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She was a Spring day and I was a Winter storm..

She was a Spring day and I was a Winter storm… She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved watching… Continue reading

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Blood laced pen..

Blood laced pen… Fight or flee? love or hate? stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading

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Poesy..

Poesy A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Thank you Dryden for your poetry. Gave me reason to write today.                                Poesy                     (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the fakeness of fame.They allow praise to fall… Continue reading

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My beautiful Daniela..

My beautiful Daniela. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in November 1978) My world was wild and crazy. I’m slow down by a look… Continue reading

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The lucky or the crazy?

The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be.               The lucky or the crazy.. We danced by… Continue reading

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The English lady. My oh my..

My oh my.. Johnnie was drinking hard whiskey, was watching the sea dance and the sky turn more blacker and dangerous on the Monterey Wharf last tavern. A sweet voice whispered, big storm… Continue reading

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Tattoos..

Tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old stories become better with time.                                Tattoos.. My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I… Continue reading

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Just meat…

Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Quotes from Jack London book “When God laughs”   “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It… Continue reading

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Black as the night.. Part three..

Black as the night.. Part three. I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you… Continue reading

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