Category Archive: music

Sweet whispers.

            Sweet whispers The voice  of Leonard Cohen singing in the background. I read  words in a letter from a beautiful woman. Sweet offering of love and possibilities.… Continue reading

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A dance with death.

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. A dance with Death. (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our… Continue reading

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Beautiful stranger

Beautiful stranger Sitting alone in the corner in a piano bar bar in Austin, Texas. Reflecting on things lost on the road. Strangers are around me. Whispering secret to their lovers. Under the dim lights.… Continue reading

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I want to see you again.

            I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good days become sweet dreams with time.                   I want to see you again. The powerful… Continue reading

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Dark eyed Angel who lost her wings.

Dark Eyes Angel who losts her wing. (I was still roaming the country. The days when time wasn’t a concern. May 1994. Writing and reading poetry brought me the confused and lost woman.… Continue reading

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The Gypsy dance.

The Gypsy dance. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to know freedom and understand the dance of free-will and dreams.  The Gypsy dance Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen… Continue reading

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“I love you forever and a day.”

“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Become better with time.   ” I will love you forever… Continue reading

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The Gypsy dance.

The Gypsy dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be celebrated. Love is to make feel alive. Pain teaches us we have lived. The Gypsy dance Late at night on the… Continue reading

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A dance with death.

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. Sometime hard to separate real life from fiction.            … Continue reading

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Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.

Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms. We would make love till the morning lights appears. I was intoxicated… Continue reading

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