Monthly Archive: November, 2018

‘Drink of me, dear lover’

Drink of me my dear lover (A Story by Coyote Poetry More Texas story.) Drink of me my dear lover   I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and… Continue reading

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Ghazal: Never love me (3)

Originally posted on e-Paper Poetry of Vinx:
I long to tell you; I really love you, But the love is few And lost in a dew… Never love me too. It’s crystal clear…

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Lay, lady lay

Lay lady lay — She peeled her clothing off slow and easy like a stripper tempting a wanting man. She stood bare for me and I knew she wasn’t real. She looked into… Continue reading

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‘Lilac wine’

  Lilac wine   Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air. You were my Spring love,… Continue reading

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‘If I had magic’

If I had magic Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for an ancient and holy place. The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty. Perfect place to hide wishing wells and… Continue reading

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‘Delicate flower’

Delicate flower   I was a wore and torn man, receded into the whiskey bottles and the dead-end dreams. I sang lullabies of thing lost and could not be found no-more.   A… Continue reading

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‘Everything’

(Everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry A rewrite from 1985)   Everything   You were my wildflower dream. You were my wild dance and song, away from controlled life and wars I couldn’t… Continue reading

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The Story Of The Poppy

Originally posted on Things In My Head:
The soldiers were courageous But in battle they did yield And John McCrea, he lost a friend On Ypres fighting field He wrote Flanders Fields for…

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‘Once upon a time’

Once upon a time   I found you at the mall walking and I kept a distance from you. I was just looking at a sweet dream lost. I wondered did you remember… Continue reading

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Happy Thanksgiving-My Grandfather’s house.

My Grandfather’s house   (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015)   Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to an old man.   I… Continue reading

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