The poet and the naked lady

 (Watch the videos. Amazing.) The poet and the naked lady I fell in love with a long legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and… Continue reading →

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My kind friend, I remember.

    The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall… Continue reading →

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Hands of stone

Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of stone, soft and tender to the people we love and care for. We must make time for the family. Be kind… Continue reading →

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“A safe place, a kind face, maybe?”

A safe place, a kind face, maybe? Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind… Continue reading →

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Blinded, but not dead yet

Blinded, but not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be able to see the light. Now I see chances to do good… Continue reading →

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I love you, I love you, I love you’

  I love you, I love you, I love you   I wanted new wars and adventure. You wanted  my hands in your hands. Someone to hold you tightly in the coldness of… Continue reading →

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Dead flowers

   Dead flowers —————————————————————————————————————————————- Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought… Continue reading →

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The Island- part three

(The Island- part three A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter.)   The Island- part three   I remembered Nicole song and her soft hands caressing my face and chest. I fell… Continue reading →

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“Did I ever love you”

Did I ever love you?   Dying, lying, needing, bleeding.   Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop.   Love… Continue reading →

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“The hills and the Apache”

            The hills and the Apache   I had two bottles of strong tequila, a bag of some fresh lemons. I drove for three hours to the California… Continue reading →

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