Tag Archive: Poet

‘Recollection’

Recollections ————————————————————————————————————————- Kellie I was intoxicated by you. My beautiful dark eyes muse, you made me beg for seconds of time, to be near you. You were a wild spirit tempting life, leaving… Continue reading

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‘Utopia of the pen and the paper’

Utopia of the pen and the paper. (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.)   Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading

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‘Rose colored glasses’

Rose colored glasses   Sin, gin and too many bad night. Once we knew love and tonight we have forsaken kindness.  I remember when. You and I. Held hands by the Lake Clair… Continue reading

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‘Truth or dare’

Truth or dare (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Take no chances. Have no adventures.) Truth or dare   Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win. I do like the game… Continue reading

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Regards to a old memory

Regards to a old memory   I know love is never fair sweet memory. Need perfect timing, place and same need. Rarely do two people meet at the same wants.   I’m alright… Continue reading

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‘I need a wild heart’

I need a wild heart —- Love made me live Beautiful woman told me. We need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love. Love come when love wants. The movement of… Continue reading

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‘Sunday lovers’

Sundays lovers   Me and you lost in the cotton sheets. The sun sneaked into the room and you brought your body closer to me. You whispered. It is Sunday morning and we… Continue reading

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‘Dirty little secrets’

Dirty little secrets   I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember ‘ You and I’. I’m the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we… Continue reading

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‘The songs of the seasons’

The songs of seasons (A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale.) The song of fall   Warm days, cold nights, create a restless passion. I can hear the whispers of the… Continue reading

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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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