Tag Archive: Writing

Hello Jennifer..

Hello Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Just words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written.    Hello Jennifer.. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown… Continue reading

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Jazzy Friday.. Sleepless nights..

Sleepless nights.. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading

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Trying to lose your memory..

Trying to lose your memory.. I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey, drinking strong coffee and reading dead-end poetry at the nightly poetry readings. I thought I… Continue reading

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Bang, bang. Part two.

Bang, bang… You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue, we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You… Continue reading

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Love is, just another four letter word..

Love is, just another four letter word… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Sometime love become another dirty word…  The word, Love is. Just another four letter word…  She was so tire of the useless… Continue reading

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Sometimes, we must loan and steal kisses..

Sometime we must steal and loan kisses… 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 need the… Continue reading

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Fable love..

Fable love.. I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading

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One more day my love..

One more day my love..1- I waited for you. You requested me to come and wait for you. Every night at 2 am. I watched you dance your final dance for desperate men… Continue reading

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Please promise me forever..

Please promise me forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Promises of love are endeared to our hearts.                                       Please promise me forever… Bashful and tender beauty rest with me on soft sheets of silk.Her… Continue reading

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The poet, the dancer and the artist..

The poet, the dancer and the artist… It was last warm days of Summer, the late August warm days were appreciated. Two men and one woman are drinking their coffee near the Port… Continue reading

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