Monthly Archive: November, 2021

The last chance motel…

The last chance motel Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal.  “Song of my father, songs of the long… Continue reading

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Wildfire Love

Originally posted on Restored People Community:
Imma run aroundLike the wildfireHe made me to be,To stand out…This world’s gonna catch His loveOne way or the other,This love is boldIt’s contagious…I’m not stoppin til…

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A Nick Cave song and some words…

  My lover, my lover…. Beautiful black night allowed us to release fear, allowed us to show true face.We released our clothing, danced to the songs of Bob Seger. We are skin to… Continue reading

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Dear November…

Dear November… I liked the cold days of November, slower days and the kind earth fall into deep rest.The season of Autumn, a grand teacher.We learn, grand nature will die and in the… Continue reading

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Great song and a poem….

Would you lay with me…. I wrote into a journal. “Would you fight for love. Fight so damn hard to keep love alive and well? Change life and dreams for the one, who… Continue reading

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mon chèriette.

Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer.

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The silence and the sea…

The silence and the sea A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need places where we can gather our thoughts. The silence and the sea…. Blessed is the man who knew regret and he learn from… Continue reading

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Drink of me, my love…

Drink of me, my love…. I hid in dark places for many years. I volunteered for far off places and war. I like the places where people wanted little and not everything. Dead… Continue reading

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Unforgettable

(William Oxer, artist)           Unforgettable.. I found you waiting. Holding flowers of blue. I watched you pondering life and possibility. Your eyes rose up and you asked me. Was I okay? I am… Continue reading

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I didn’t know…

I didn’t know A Poem by Coyote PoetryGood places, beautiful places. The poet’s wealth.                          I didn’t know… My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me… Continue reading

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