Tag Archive: Writing

Happy Mother’s day. For my missed dear mother.

Mother didn’t blink A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Sometime in a life we must do the correct things to fix a problem. Our grandmother  and our mother. The teacher of love.                     Mother did… Continue reading

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Heal, not kill. We are the teacher of the children.

My small books of thoughts.. What will I leave behind? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days of joy and happiness.Did I leave healthy soil where I stood and… Continue reading

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Song of love..

Song of loveA Poem by Coyote Poetry  Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today.                                 Song of love.. Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of love.The… Continue reading

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My midnight dancer..

My midnight dancer… A pretty Gypsy girl, I watched her circle-dance with the sea. Spring Equinox brought me to the live music, the Gypsy girl befriended me in early Spring, she told me,… Continue reading

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Brick, upon another brick..

Brick, upon another brick.. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learn… Continue reading

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Open the door dear lover..

Open the door my dear lover…. I told the bartender at the Downtown Austin tavern, I was born sick. My mind twisted and wrong. I was born poor and now I have enough.… Continue reading

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Dangerous woman..

Dangerous woman… She was dressed in her tight black dress showing off her strong legs and her pale skin. Her dark eyes surveyed him with interest. He knew, she would be his instrument… Continue reading

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Endings and beginnings..

Endings and beginnings… She was my salvation in the Winter of 1978.I gave up everything I believed in.I left a sweet love to fall into her arms.I fell deeper and deeper into dangerous… Continue reading

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Those were the days, my friend.

Those were the days, my friend.. A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face and she saw me looking at her. We waited for a few seconds. She… Continue reading

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If I could, I would..

If I could, I would… First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey, dear… Continue reading

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