Tag Archive: Wine tasting descriptors

The heartstrings

                  The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasses with soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue… Continue reading

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Highway 80 west stories. Chapter seven. Good conversation.

Highway 80 west stories. Chapter seven. Good conversation. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Ancient people can teach us how to live.                       Highway 80 west stories. Part eight.  Conversation with new friends. The… Continue reading

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Sacred places and sweet dreams

Sacred places and sweet dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories are like good red wine. Become more valuable with time and separation.     Sacred places and sweet dreams She traced my skin… Continue reading

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A short poem for the Poet Virgil

A short poem for the Poet Virgil A Poem by Coyote Poetry Poetry for love and the dance                               Damn the Gods Pretty lady laid bare in heart and soul watching the sun… Continue reading

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In Monterey

In Monterey A Poem by Coyote Poetry Monterey is paradise. Old wounds can be closed and new hope can be born near the sea.                             In Monterey Dear Jenny, please come to Monterey.… Continue reading

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My Beatrice

My beautiful Beatrice. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean is near, no place to be and a beautiful Italian girl. Paradise for the lucky in love and life.                                My beautiful Beatrice.… Continue reading

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Angela

Angela (I knew a  beauty in California. So beautiful and already dead in soul. I tried to bring her laughter and joy. Sad part she fated away to her self pity. I always… Continue reading

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In the valley of the Devils and the Angels.

  In the Valley of the Devils and the Angels. I have play the sinner. Danced in the sweat and passion of liar’s emotions. Made so many promises. I couldn’t keep. I told… Continue reading

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The madness train.

The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late.     The  Madness train I’m twisted up. Hog-ties to bullshit.I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading

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Secret love and hidden memory.

Secret love and hidden memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people cannot be forgotten.                           Secret love and hidden memory. I saw her face today. Made me wander back in time. Each… Continue reading

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