Category Archive: coyote poetry

Saga of Veronica- part two- Entangled.

Saga of Veronica- part two- Entangled A Poem by Coyote PoetryOctober poetry number three.                     Saga of Veronica- part two- Entangled You and I, my beautiful… Continue reading

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The saga of dear Veronica- part one

The saga of Veronica- part one She torments my mind and she swim in my dreams. She loved the white English roses and the Spring wildflowers. She laughed at my poetry and I… Continue reading

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Are we beggars for love?

Are we beggars for love? We love them, we need them and we learn. Women honor men with the gift of love. Dark thoughts, white thoughts we may have. All our dreams start… Continue reading

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Two steps from Hell- part two..

Two steps from hell- part two A Poem by Coyote PoetryTwo steps from hell- part two…_ The walls… Damn the prison we create, damn the voices, telling us lies. I want to ascend from… Continue reading

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Two steps from Hell- part one.

Two steps from hell… In a dark Gypsy carnival years ago. A beauty Gypsy woman told me once. You are two steps from hell. Hell is easy, seeking peace is the impossible task.… Continue reading

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Bad, bad , bad ass lady….

Bad, bad, bad ass lady… She was the prettiest gal I ever seen. She was drinking the Johnnie Walker whiskey alone, her shoes were off to the side of her bar stool. Her… Continue reading

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Sway….

  Sway… The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy.  A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the… 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 you… Continue reading

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Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate…

   Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate … The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning. You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain. The Germany… Continue reading

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We loan, we borrow and we steal…

We loan, we borrow and we stole… The Winter of 1978, we create boundless nights, we made  thousand promises for love and you taught me. We loan, we borrow and we stole.  The… Continue reading

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