Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

A twisted lullaby, maybe?

 A  twisted lullaby, maybe? Was the first of June and Johnnie and Lucy wanted a adventure. Johnnie told his dear Lucy, I have loved you yesterday and today I love you more. She… Continue reading

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The lady in the black dress..

The lady in the black dress.. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading

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Now nothing remains the same…

Now nothing remains the same.. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading

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The free bird..

Free bird.. We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know love could be set on fire, burn and be forgotten when the straw and paper dispersed to the sky in… Continue reading

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Cocoa beach…

  Cocoa beach.. I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend.” I heard… Continue reading

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Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen..

Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen… I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading

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The heartstrings..

  The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him… Continue reading

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Please show me your real face…

Please show me your real face… I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advice the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading

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Come hell or high water..

Come hell or high water.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We must sink or swim. I recommend swimming.  Comes hell or high water… Upstream… You were never easy, you were the day and I… Continue reading

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Spin the bottle..

Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.                     Spin the bottle.. Old man sat alone.Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn… Continue reading

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