Category Archive: coyote poet

Make me believe dear Poet.

Pretty words   Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She… Continue reading

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You are my masterpiece

You are my masterpiece   I saw you drinking and dancing alone. You were still as beautiful as in the Spring of 1978 when our eyes met for the first time. I remember… Continue reading

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‘Love tragedy’

Love tragedy   I remember the hello. So sweet and kind. You were a wild girl in a woman body. You made me learn to dance, learn to climb the fault lines of… Continue reading

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Black roses

      Black roses A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Black roses Cynthia, eyes of stone with a cigarette in mouth. Whiskey breathe woman, looked me up and down, like a… Continue reading

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Our children

Our children A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Our children “Your children are not your children. They are sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself” Kahlil Gibran My child, you have… Continue reading

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Hemingway last dance

Hemingway last dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.   Hemingway last dance   I returned Monterey in late May of 2016. I fell in love with her in 1992. Old Army… Continue reading

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‘With you’

With you I saw the four corners of the world seeking perfect place. I wanted to observe the rare views of a lucky life, I stood in the clouds upon the giant mountains,… 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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‘The fierce desire’

The fierce desire   Old man sat by the sea with the young pretty Poet. She asked him. “What do we cherish? What will we remember?” Will we remember joy or love or… Continue reading

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‘Resembled love’

Resembled love   Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink. I was weary of a beautiful woman who tempted me and ran.   She listened to… Continue reading

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