‘Whiskey dreams are still the same’

Whiskey dreams are still the same A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams of youth I still hold on to. Not for me this time. For my children.          … 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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“She wore flowers in her hair”

She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time.                        She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost… Continue reading →

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“Wildflowers dreams”

Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two people with no place to go. Love isn’t fair. Need the unities of two people living and dying for… 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 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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