Tag Archive: Writing

Kiss away my ghost.

Kiss away my ghosts.. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He write sleeping man poetry and he drink the “Quiet man”  whiskey.  He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading

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The sea, the wishes.

The sea, the wishes.. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading

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Dark Interludes.

Dark Interludes A Chapter by Coyote Poetry  Love comes when she wants.                                      Dark Interludes.. Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us.  A old friend of many years send me a letter with kind… Continue reading

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Come live with me and be my love.

Come live with me and be my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I stole a line from the great writer Christopher Marlowe                                        Come live with me and be my love.. (Come live… Continue reading

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Wildflowers.

Wildflowers.. I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regrets dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t seek forgiveness. I know you cannot be forgiven… Continue reading

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No more goodbyes.

No more goodbyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We will learn and know too many goodbyes in our life.                                 No more goodbyes. I caressed her auburn hair. Wrapped my arms around her. I… Continue reading

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You can’t return from where you had left.

You can’t return from where you had left… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem from 1993 with a re-write                              You can’t return from where you had left…. (A Poet, is one, who… Continue reading

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A New Orleans lullaby.

A New Orleans lullaby… I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading

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You are my poetry my dearest love.

You are my poetry my dearest love.. I was a soldier, wandering the world seeking adventure and I learn. One day, I was alone. I learn, if you escape home for a long… 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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