Tag Archive: Poet

“The wildflowers”

The wildflowers A Poem by Coyote Poetry Freedom and dreams can be found in the field of the wildflowers.   The wildflowers Wild flowers and sweet dreams. Dancing nude and free. You were… Continue reading

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“I try to remember you”

I try to remember you       A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014                         I try to remember  you. I tried to remember the… Continue reading

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“Dreaming of Texas.”

Dreaming of Texas A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to have had danced many dances and knew a lot of laughter. A good life isn’t the money in the bank. It is the… Continue reading

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“Midnight rendezvous”

                                        Midnight rendezvous Woman are gifts to wise men.A wise Poet wrote “To see… Continue reading

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The tango

The tango A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The tango — Legs touching legs, body touching body and face touching face. two body connected in the song. You are my temptation, my… Continue reading

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Some California poetry-The waltz

The Waltz     A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The waltz We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The… Continue reading

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“Tender loving care”

Tender loving care   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward.                                      Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at… Continue reading

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“Deeper and deeper we shall fall”

Deeper and deeper we shall fall   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real proof of love. Holding on tighter in the bad days and celebrating the good days together                             Deeper and deeper… Continue reading

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Liar

Liar A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words s Liar — She was as pretty as a warm July Summer morning. She knew I loved her and I would live and die in… Continue reading

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“Anything goes”

Anything goes She sat next to me on the empty stool. Her sweet perfume I breathe in. I gave  her a big Michigan smile. She returned the smile. We talks and drank for… Continue reading

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