The sage of Veronica- part five- The sea dancer, part two.

The saga of Veronica- part five- The sea dancer, part two. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA series of poetry.           The saga of Veronica- part five- The sea dancer, part two.… Continue reading →

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The saga of Veronica- part four- My sea dancer.

The saga of Veronica- part four- My sea dancer A Poem by Coyote PoetryA series of poetry.                          The saga of Veronica- part… Continue reading →

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Indigenous day poetry- Oct. eleven.

The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote PoetryA Native American tale.                                 The The song of the seasons… Song of fall…. Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of… Continue reading →

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My midnight dancer…

 My midnight dancer… A pretty Gypsy girl, I watched her circle-dance with the sea. Spring Equinox brought me to the live music, the Gypsy girl befriended me in early Spring, she told me,… Continue reading →

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Johnnie’s tango Friday. Songs and a few words.

Toss me, bring me closer. Let’s swirl into romance and dance for the moon and the stars. You whispered to me. I told you, I want the silky black dress, your wishful smile… Continue reading →

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Outstanding song and Let’s have a Tango Friday. I am willing.

 Love me… Life is short, love is sweet. The night was long and her eyes, were looking like the wild Pacific sea. Please play with me, she whispered. Love me right, love me… Continue reading →

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She danced by the light of the candles…

She danced by the light of the candles….. Sitting by the bay.Watching the sun fall into the sea. I’m a street poet of the night and I wear Army greens in the day. I’m waiting… Continue reading →

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A wish upon a star…

A wish upon a star A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld dreams never fade away. A  wish upon a star…. Every night before I close my eyes. I whisper your name. I make a wish to kiss your… Continue reading →

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The lady in the black dress…

The lady in the black dress A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe never forget those hurricanes we had learn to adore The lady in the black dress… Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with… Continue reading →

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The last chance motel…

 The last chance motel… Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the long highways,… Continue reading →

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