Monthly Archive: February, 2018

Lovers ~ Before & After

Originally posted on David Redpath:
Isis of Crisis The silken road of Afghan calm that led me to Isis The Queen Supreme of my Karma Crisis Born of a desert storm and a…

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Never dance with the Devil

Never dance with the Devil You are so damn fine, yes you are. You are like Black Velvet whiskey, Straight, easy to drink and smooth as silky kisses and erotic dances at the… Continue reading

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‘Captive love’

    Captive love My lady of May became my Summer lover. My kind and sweet woman had seized my heart and she awoke my slumbering heart. I want to whisper to her.… Continue reading

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The darkest days

The darkest days Winter of 1992 is holding on and I’m hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to Big Sur. Me and my soldier friend Padget are… Continue reading

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‘The sea is near’

The sea is near A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The sea is near “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But thereoff in the end despondency and madness”- Wordsworth “Soldier,… Continue reading

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‘Parable of Celia’

Parable of Celia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Parable of Celia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun.… Continue reading

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‘Water and fire’

Water and fire   I told the Irish beauty in the tavern In Austin, Texas. Some men are dying and some men are living. Death is like a fire. It will burn strong… Continue reading

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‘Holy as love’

Pretty woman dancing with me on the Belton, Texas dance hall floor on a Friday night. She told me. Honey, darling and my sweetheart. Love demands payment. Love is holy and can be… Continue reading

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‘War pig’

War pigs Does the child want war in the elementary school? Do the mother want their daughter and son to die for people in faraway lands? People tell me. War is a part… Continue reading

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Wild horses- part one

Wild horses, part one A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. Wild horses, part one Brigitte drank some wine and she asked him. Great words, you have expressed. God have create everything… Continue reading

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