Daily Archive: September 19, 2022

My dearest love, where did you go?

My dearest love, where did you go? One I found you and you found me. We loved Monterey and we were sea-dancers. We drank the tequila by the light of the moon and… Continue reading

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Sin is sin, till we partake.

Sin is sin, till we partake…. He told the pretty Irish girl, sin is sin till we partake in her sweetness. Then the sin become a part of us, we will accept willingly.… Continue reading

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The painted memories..

The painted memories.. Mia, the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. She love to paint the sea and the faces of people. She told me often. Johnnie, we need painted memories for our… Continue reading

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Maybe Florence, maybe Basel..

Maybe Florence, maybe Basel… Once beautiful Swiss gal befriended me in the late Spring of 1979. We met in London and she told me. London is okay, but Florence in the month of… Continue reading

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Drinking in the night, drinking in the morning..

Drinking in the night, drinking in the mornings… Some mini-poetry. 1-  I love the April rain, I love the smell of April. Life seem to come alive  and I awake from my Winter… Continue reading

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Midnight payment..

The midnight payment … 1-  We kissed and we never told. We were midnight dancers, wanting everything and more. Did we find some kind of peace in the serene night? Or did we… Continue reading

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A fairytale ending..

A fairytale ending A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Sometime life is fair. We can have a fairytale ending when all things fall into place properly.                         A fairytale ending.. Love letters are sent andnew hope… Continue reading

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Dear Julie..

Dear Julie A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A letter in a sense.                        Dear Julie.. My merciful friend.I received your letter.I was at my worst.You kind words of love and devotion made me dream… Continue reading

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A love letter, never send.

A love letter, never send. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Sometime letters are not send. Maybe fear of rejection? Or fear of being wanted?                      A love letter, never send. Dear Peggy I wanted… Continue reading

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