Category Archive: coyote poet

‘Utopia of the pen and the paper’

Utopia of the pen and the paper. (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.)   Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading

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‘Rose colored glasses’

Rose colored glasses   Sin, gin and too many bad night. Once we knew love and tonight we have forsaken kindness.  I remember when. You and I. Held hands by the Lake Clair… Continue reading

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‘Truth or dare’

Truth or dare (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Take no chances. Have no adventures.) Truth or dare   Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win. I do like the game… Continue reading

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‘The trees

the trees (A Poem by Coyote Poetry I had a tree poem in my head for weeks. I hope it is worthwhile to read.” Trees BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall… Continue reading

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Regards to a old memory

Regards to a old memory   I know love is never fair sweet memory. Need perfect timing, place and same need. Rarely do two people meet at the same wants.   I’m alright… Continue reading

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Payment due

Payment due A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Payment due   The year 1991, late Winter. I finished my training at Fort Lee, Virginia. I received my orders, orders issued, sending me… Continue reading

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‘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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‘Listen, remember and learn’

Listen, remember and learn ——————————————– Listen I love the misty mornings. I love the chill of Lake St. Clair lake when I sit alone near her. I listen to the lake and I… Continue reading

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‘Just whispers to the lake Huron’

Just whispers to the Lake Huron   You came to me in a yesterday memory and you told me. Johnnie, I can’t wait no-more for you. You have no love you need to… Continue reading

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‘I need a wild heart’

I need a wild heart —- Love made me live Beautiful woman told me. We need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love. Love come when love wants. The movement of… Continue reading

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