Monthly Archive: July, 2022

Ladybug wishes…

Lady bug wishes… My dear Ojibwa grandmother told me. If a ladybug lands on you. You can make a wish. Only one. I told my grandchildren. If you see a butterfly dancing in… Continue reading

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My lovely lady…

My lovely lady… You laughed at me as I told you. I love you so, my lovely lady. You make my life midnight dances and I love you honey kisses. You are my… Continue reading

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The dance of the Gypsies..

The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love, song and dance, blood and the road.                                The dance of the Gypsies… I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes… Continue reading

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Waiting by the wayside…

Waiting by the wayside. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Sometimes we must stop and re-adjust our life and thoughts.                                     Waiting by the wayside… I was waiting by the wayside.Trying to figure out simple… Continue reading

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My lady…

My lady… My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched andI still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your eyes. I… Continue reading

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The waltz…

The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.  The waltz … We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were the orchestra… Continue reading

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Black as the night- part three.

 Black as the night.. I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you talk so… Continue reading

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The Coyote and Raven dance…

The Coyote and Raven dance… The coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading

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Old love…

Old love… She  called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading

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Some Michigan Summer poetry…

Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. ————————————————— I told… Continue reading

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