Tag Archive: Writing

Highway 80 West is calling my name.

Highway 80 West is calling my name.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road.                                   Highway 80 West is calling my name. I’m tire, so… Continue reading

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Jenny wrote.

Jenny wrote. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Words can be magic, can be visions of beauty and can make us dream.                                     Katie wrote. Painted words are what the writer understands. Wisp and grasps… Continue reading

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Just a black Velvet lullaby. And an amazing Alannah Myles song.

Just a Black Velvet lullaby. I wrote to an old journal in an Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet doesn’t cry, he just writes some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading

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A letter.

A letter. Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even a renegade spirit can be broken.I tried to hide… Continue reading

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Love is love. And a beautiful Maria Daines song.

Love is love. A noble beauty read her poetry at the Austin, Texas yearly poetry reading. Jessica was disappointed with her life, and she read her words to us.“I weaved a page with… Continue reading

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The Texas two-step.

The Texas two-step. She was a tall, long legged Texas girl.  She gave me a coy smile.Somehow, I caught her attention. I knew, a pursued man are just cattlewaiting to be slaughter. She… Continue reading

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Blushing beauty stole my heart. And a beautiful Sunday Girl song.

Blushing beauty had stolen 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… Continue reading

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Wanderlust and a beautiful Miriam Baghdassarian song.

Wanderlust… —                         Damn those eyes.. Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous… Continue reading

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Passing through.

Passing through. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading

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Miss nothing, miss everything.

Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love, and we collided like freight trains unstoppable. We painted our world white once. Allowed secret pain and… Continue reading

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