Category Archive: dancer

A beautiful Spring day- For the first day of Spring.

The dance of the flowers.     My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My love, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the earth is… Continue reading

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Bad, bad woman

Bad, bad woman She was the finest lady at the Stray cat Inn. She was wearing her tight black dress showing off her strong legs and robust breasts. Her beautiful face was seeking… Continue reading

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Highway poetry

Highway poetry-short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                            Wander or slowly die She was so beautiful, she moved like a wild and free animal. I knew she was untamed and lusted… Continue reading

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“Russian roulette. Everyone must play?

Russian roulette         Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas, moving like a beautiful butterfly in the breeze. She held the attention of the… Continue reading

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A love story

   A love story You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often… Continue reading

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My sea love

My sea love Once we were brave. We kissed, we took off our clothing and we left the lights on. I remember you told me. “I am tire of the darkness, I am… Continue reading

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Spin the bottle.

Spin the bottle   Old man sat alone. He told me. “Damn if you do, damn if you don’t. Life is like spin the bottle playing with your sister. All you get is… Continue reading

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The Island- part four

(The Island- part four A Chapter by Coyote Poetry New chapter)   The Island- part four   I liked the Captain face. He had a ancient and kind face. He took my hands… Continue reading

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Roses and lovers

Roses and lovers   “O my love, O my love. I said: Let me fall or stand, let me fall or stand, let me live or die, but this once hear me speak-… Continue reading

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Liar’s moon lullaby

Liar’s moon lullaby   I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember.   I search my deaden mind for faces,… Continue reading

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