Tag Archive: Writing

Open doors, dead poets and bare feet.

1- Open doors Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wild flowers.Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights.We are just flesh and bones.Needing to dance into the… Continue reading

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The stormy sea.

Stormy sea.  The beauty of the Monterey bay,left us feeling peaceful and thankful. The Poets read at the Pacific Grove coffee shop tonight.The 20 or so people enjoyed hearing the words of the… Continue reading

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Dreams, yesterday and love.

Four little poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I found some short poetry from 1989. I hope you like.                                      1- DreamsI could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you… Continue reading

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Remembering the fragrance of Winter.

Remembering the fragrance of Winter. I had lived the soldier life. The warm days of Spring did not bring love. The lucky sought the rendezvous with the sweetness of love when the days… Continue reading

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A Monterey Summer day.

A Monterey Summer day.. The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in his… Continue reading

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Another time, another place.

Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading

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My birthday poem. All my friends had settled down.

All my friends had settle down… A Friday night and no-one wanted to go drinking with me. A bloody Friday night and my friends. Watching Hulu and Netflix with their fat wives. I… Continue reading

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Blushing beauty stole my heart.

Blushing beauty stole my heart… The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made… Continue reading

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The haunting song.

The haunting song… The cold days of Winter are slowly leaving us and we waiting for the warm days of Spring. Today I’m drinking alone, dancing alone and singing songs alone. My chosen… Continue reading

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I am no-one and you are my everything.

I’m no-one and you are my everything A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen we love someone more than our-self. We have known real love.                        I’m no-one and you are my everything…. Old wise men… Continue reading

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