Category Archive: coyote poetry

Never enough whiskey

Never enough whiskey, she told me Pretty girl drank alone, once we great lovers and now we have become strangers seeking nothing. I told her, damn tavern is place to die, dear Julia,… Continue reading

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“Love conquered all”

Love conquered all A Poem by Coyote Poetry Must know love and kindness to know joy and happiness. Love conquered all Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace and the long… Continue reading

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“Write on me”

Write on me The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover. I told the night stars. Thank you for the  sacred mornings awaking with you near and the… Continue reading

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The celestial beauty

Celestial beauty A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.   Celestial beauty “He sees his love, and nothing else he sees.”—Thomas Campion You are my folly and my blessings. You are my perfect night… Continue reading

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Regards to Melanie

Regards to Melanie (Part two)     A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                             Regards to Melanie     I know love is never fair dear Melanie. Need perfect timing, place and same… Continue reading

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“Did I ever love you?”

Did I ever love you?     Dying, lying, needing, bleeding.     Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop.… Continue reading

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“Jealous of the night’

    Jealous of the night Johnnie drinking the lime, cranberry juice and vodka. Kind bartender allowed him needed silence and she ensured his drink was top-off. He loved Monday night at the Stray… Continue reading

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For Veteran day

  My brother, my friend. We need you, Soldier. alive and well   A Poem by Coyote Poetry I met a man waiting for death. de                … Continue reading

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Great song and some poetry

Down, baby, down   Dreaming and believing, living and dying, loving and hating, lying and crying. Good days and the bad days, demanding or careless days. The Songs and the slow dance, we… Continue reading

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“Windmills of your mind”

  Windmills of your mind Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days. Now old age is upon me, the windmills of my… Continue reading

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