The black night and the shadow dance

The black night and the shadow dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The black night and the shadow dance A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany.… Continue reading →

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“The two guitars”

The two guitars A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Two guitars I  hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed real blood and I called you and I told you my love. I… Continue reading →

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My Winter love

My Winter love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words My Winter love Pretty German girl whispered to me sweet and tender words at the German tavern. Dear Johnnie. Only wine become better… Continue reading →

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Break me

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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“The season of love”

The season of love 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 together. She was… Continue reading →

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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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