Tag Archive: Leonard Cohen

Leonard Cohen- Poet of song.

I saw you once, singing your poetry in Germany in 1979. I learn, you were the Poet of song. Thank you Leonard Cohen for sharing the song. Coyote    

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My oh my…

My oh my Johnnie was drinking hard whiskey, was watching the sea dance and the sky turn more blacker and dangerous on the Monterey Wharf last tavern. A sweet voice whispered, big storm… Continue reading

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My Joan of Arc..

My Joan of Arc     She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real… Continue reading

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Leonard Cohen song and some words.

You are fire and I’m wood.       A Poem by Coyote Poetry “You are fire and I’m wood.” Thank you the great Poet Virgil for these words.                            You are… Continue reading

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My lover, my lover…

My lover, my lover Beautiful black night allowed us to release fear, allowed us to show true face. We released our clothing, danced to the songs of Bob Seger. We are skin to… Continue reading

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Leonard Cohen song Wednesday

  Once you told me, I love you, I need you. Now the blessed words had turned so damn dirty. I told you, I love you still, but now our love is a… Continue reading

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Leonard Cohen- The poet of song

Leonard Cohen   In the longest Winter nights in Germany in 1978. The sweetest whispers of Leonard, took my dear lover and I. To learn the abundance of love wealth. He told us… Continue reading

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Leonard Cohen poetry and some words.

Love is alive when we need to hear the voice of our lover. Love is when their words spoken, make you want to live and die in their arms.     When love… Continue reading

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On the thread of a word…

On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry                               On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.) Bei Dao Just like a… Continue reading

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Longing, belonging and our secrets…

  Longing, belonging and our secrets Lover, lover, lover. Once we loved the long nights, once the wine tasted sweeter. Now our longing, belonging and our secrets, are bloody finger prints on a over-painted… Continue reading

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