Tag Archive: Texas

‘Boundless sea’

Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire A Story by Coyote Poetry Just words.                             Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fire It was early Summer of 1994 and I was stationed… Continue reading

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‘Just dance’

Just dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Source:treehugger52(Thank you Tumblr) 505 notes Just dance Hold me closer, hold me sweet. Allow my face to fall into your  hair and the essence… Continue reading

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The sinner’s prayer

  The sinner’s prayer I knew every tavern on Highway 35 in Texas. I drank a beer and some whiskey in almost every one. Those Texas girls loved me. I could two-step and… Continue reading

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‘Just dance’

Just dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Source:treehugger52(Thank you Tumblr) 505 notes Just dance Hold me close, hold me sweet. Allow my face to fall into your  hair and the essence… Continue reading

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“Fallen angels”

Fallen angels A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem. I hope you like.                                      Fallen Angels In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and… Continue reading

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“My wild Texas rose”

My wild Texas rose   Kind mistress night brought her to me. The Austin, Texas bars brought people from all places together. When the moon took over the night sky. People from different… Continue reading

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“Perhap, perhaps my love”

Perhaps, perhaps my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Perhaps, perhaps my love The night is long and the drink is cheap. The music is good and the design of the… Continue reading

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The old soldier

The old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had seen and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long.… Continue reading

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“Just might”

Just might A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Just might She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are… Continue reading

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“The waltz of the angels”

The waltz of the Angels I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a sad… Continue reading

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