Monthly Archive: July, 2022

Thankful- part two.

Thankful I saw my face  in the mirror at Chucky’s Cheese.I was surprised to see a old man looking back. I was sixty-three years old.Holding my GranddaughterHer second birthday was today.Her big smile… Continue reading

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The nectar of you…

The nectar of you A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old memories and very good places.                               The nectar of you.. She gave me gestures of kindness. Willingly opening the door of friendship. Her long… Continue reading

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Morning glory…

Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near.                                 Morning glory The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading

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Johnnie’s Sunday verbal poetry…

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The twisted dance of love…

The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Just words. A rewrite from December, 1988.                        The twisted dance of love…                      (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in… Continue reading

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Love had showed me madness. A series of poetry.

 1- Break me Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life  can be okay. Drink of my… Continue reading

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Dear Jenny…

  Dear Jenny… Johnnie drifting in and out of the Irish Pubs in downtown Monterey. Looking for his red hair beauty. When the beer and Long Island ice tea kicked-in. Johnnie is dreaming… Continue reading

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Delicate wings…

Delicate wings A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some people are more tender than others                               Delicate wings… Beautiful Liz. Allowed me in.Her word and beauty memorized me.Woman who strip down their true cover and… Continue reading

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Steal a memory, borrow a memory..

Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn to adore old memories. The fortune of youth become eloquence words on a sheet of paper. We… Continue reading

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With open eyes…

With open eyes.. I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the morning come alive. I love the girl who love books and adore… Continue reading

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