Category Archive: coyote poetry

“I am going to California”

   I am going  to California I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. “You can’t go back and you can’t kill the memories.” I was young once and I… Continue reading

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My Summer wish, my Fall blessing’

My Summer day wish, my Fall moon blessing ————————————————————————————————————————- In your eyes, I saw the sea, I saw a miracle in those eyes of golden brown, you took my hands and I knew.… Continue reading

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Wicked game

 The wicked game I am not right no-more, I will never be right again. Your sweet song made me want the madness, the madness of loving you forever. Your eyes stole my mind,… Continue reading

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“Forget me not”

Forget me not   I dreamed of you, I dreams of us. I picked-up the phone. I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine. I dreamed of… Continue reading

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The landscape of my mind

       Landscape Forget me not and please remember me always. I remember you. You were my perfect valleys and you were like the free mountains of the California desert. Your body,… Continue reading

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Lake St. Clair prayer

A Lake St. Clair prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry I spend the day alone by Lake St. Clair. Wrote many new poems.                               A Lake St. Clair prayer I’m far from my… Continue reading

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The fire, the flame and you

Fire, the flames and you   You are my river of joy, my muse in  the mist of confusion.   I have hurt myself often, set fire to my dreams and watched my… Continue reading

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Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm     “Bad dream again, anger blasting my thoughts, Mad men killing and I don’t understand. 15 year girl, Leila Hernandez, covered and protected her brother body and she… Continue reading

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Damn your eyes

      Damn those eyes     You make me so crazy my dear love, damn those eyes, damn those green eyes that steal my thoughts and my dreams. You and I,… Continue reading

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I want to love a bonnie girl- Verbal poetry

   I want to love a bonnie girl I am dreaming of dear Scotland again, once my pretty Sheena and I, we were drunk in love. We knew wanderlust of roaming the German… Continue reading

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