Monthly Archive: December, 2018

Mercy, mercy me

  Mercy, mercy me We were Long Island ice teas and long talks. We were free-climbers of the free mountains and we loved dancing with the Pacific. You were the most beautiful woman,… Continue reading

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Don’t say nothing

Don’t say nothing Just be   You and I. We have known the storms of living and we have been the flowing rivers of love and kindness. We had many good days and… Continue reading

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“The lady in the black dress”

The lady in the black dress Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading

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‘The sea and the chess game’

1993 2018 The sea and the chess game   Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila. The old man had few friends. People see an old man… Continue reading

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The sea and dear California(Photos)

The sea and dear California   Took me 25 years to return to you. Big Sur and dear Monterey. I returned and I knew. I won’t be complete till me and the Pacific… Continue reading

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You forgave me

You forgave me   I remember us. We were something. I chased you till you couldn’t run no-more. I promised you the moon, I promised you an ancient love. Drinking aged wine and… Continue reading

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Nigeria: Thrusting Mother (Part 2)

Originally posted on Vinzpoetry:
Another time and, another moment Queues go long, for pressing thumbs and cards Propagandas turn jumbo jets in clouds, Whence it seems convincing, all pigs have horns. The Devil…

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If I knew

If I knew —————————————————————— Once   Stealing kisses, hands falling together, finding new place to be discovered. We loved so damn hard. We forgot to have a safety net. ——————————————————————– If I knew… Continue reading

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‘Shipwreck memories’

(Shipwreck memories A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.)   Shipwreck memories   The irony of a long life. We will know joy and sadness. We will have good days and bad days.… Continue reading

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‘The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man’

The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading

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