Tag Archive: Writing

The rays of the sun..

The rays of the sun… Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She… Continue reading

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I need a Spring time kiss..

I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Remembering, maybe?  I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love… I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love.… Continue reading

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Maybe yes, maybe no?

Maybe yes, maybe no?… I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early in the morning and writing till darkness, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was… Continue reading

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Be kind to each other.. And a beautiful Birdy song.

Be kind to each other.. Sober men can’t write the truth, godless men can’t see heaven. Liquor voice, does not seek salvation, only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like… Continue reading

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Dust in the wind and a beautiful Caroline Jones song.

Dust in the wind…. Was the early Winter of 1992 and I landed In California. I left home to go to war in the Spring of 1991. I was tired and I wanted… Continue reading

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Blinded. But not dead yet..

 Blinded. But not dead yet…         (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be         able to see the light. Now I see chances to do… Continue reading

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Wasted words and lonely nights..

Wasted words and lonely nights. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The lessons of love are taught to harden or soften the heart.  Wasted words and lonely nights.. I found her sitting alone in the corner… Continue reading

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Stay with me..

Stay with me..  I sip my coffee.Watching the movement of the branches outside my bedroom.  It was a stormy night.Her beautiful nude body lays on the top of the blankets.  I watch her… Continue reading

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The Bacchus wine..

The Bacchus wine….Part one.. She was a Gypsy girl beauty. She had wildest eyes, the eyes of wonder and miracles. She waited for me in a bed of cotton sheets, her robust body… Continue reading

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A whiskey and a glass of water..

A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading

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