Category Archive: Germany

The two guitar

The two guitars A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                               The two guitars A Poem by Coyote Poetry-Just words                                                        Two guitars I  hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed… Continue reading

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A lullaby

A lullaby A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words-old words written in 1978 with new view on life. A lullaby Old man memories become sweeter with time and distance. The old man wondered… Continue reading

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The season of love -part three

The seasons of love We left the tavern and she held my hand tightly and the night was warm.  She took me to the Boebingen lake. We sat by the lake in a… Continue reading

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The seasons of love-part two

The seasons of love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new story.                    Chapter two- The seasons of love Sheena left me in early September. The last days were  filled a combination of… Continue reading

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The seasons of love

The seasons of love (The first chapter) A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Old memories. The seasons of love Late August 1978. My Scotland Beauty and I were enjoying our last days and nights… Continue reading

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“If I wa the king of the forest”

IF I was the king of the forest.             A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams.                        If I was the King of the Forest.… Continue reading

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“The dance of the Gypsies”

The dance of the Gypsies.     A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road.                               The dance of the Gypsies I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in… Continue reading

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“Sweet red wine”

Sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible.                                    Sweet red wine              … Continue reading

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“Break me and make me feel alive”

Break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful.                       Break me and… Continue reading

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“I’m no-one and you are everything.

I’m no-one. You are everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we love someone more than our-self. We have known real love.                        I’m no-one. You are everything Old wise men know. The… Continue reading

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