Monthly Archive: November, 2019

“Did I ever love you?”

Did I ever love you?     Dying, lying, needing, bleeding.     Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop.… Continue reading

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“I can show you God”

I can show you God A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts and things to ponder on                                   I can show you God The great search for God is fruitless for some. I knew… Continue reading

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“Jealous of the night’

    Jealous of the night Johnnie drinking the lime, cranberry juice and vodka. Kind bartender allowed him needed silence and she ensured his drink was top-off. He loved Monday night at the Stray… Continue reading

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Flesh and bones

We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new born day.                              We… Continue reading

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Miss Molly Malone said:

Miss Molly Malone said. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                              Miss Molly Malone said. “Sweet mistress Malone” I caught… Continue reading

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Alison Sudol song and some words.

  On paper, with good pen and good song. I remember silky voice, pale skin and the most beautiful face I ever seen. We prayed and we starved for love in the Spring… Continue reading

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And own every sins I made

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Photo by Francesco Ungaro on Pexels.com If I were given the chances, To return back to the times, Where I have to decide, A lot of things,…

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“The circle dance”

 The circle dance I have danced often the circle dance at Native Americans Pow Wows. The circle dance had many meanings. “The leader called to the people, the Ojibwa children begin the circle… Continue reading

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Great song and some poetry

Down, baby, down   Dreaming and believing, living and dying, loving and hating, lying and crying. Good days and the bad days, demanding or careless days. The Songs and the slow dance, we… Continue reading

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Almost lovers

  Almost lovers—- Misty eyes girl, she loved the sea, she loved the whiskey, she was a shade of light, a shade of darkness. She knew the rhythm of every Leonard song. I… Continue reading

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