Daily Archive: June 13, 2023

Jazzy Tuesday poetry. The midnight blues..

The midnight blues… (I wrote seven poems today. I listen to Nevil Shute two books. “A town like Alice” and “At the beach”. Made my muse come alive.) 1- He loved the bones… Continue reading

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Dust in the wind… and a beautiful Caroline Jones song.

I thanked her for befriended me. I told her, when she was  near. I felt good. She was the sea, a kind voice and the most beautiful woman in Monterey. She laughed at… Continue reading

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Jazzy Tuesday and a poem. Love is like a hammer…

 Love is like a hammer I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the Jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading

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She was dancing alone…

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The human touch…

The human touch. A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show the… Continue reading

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Our legacy, some little poetry.

Our legacy, some little poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Awakening my muse.  Legacy, some little poetry… 1-  The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his… Continue reading

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Some little poetry..

Some little poetry.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Less epic poetry written.  Some little poetry.. 1- His Achilles heel was his grandchildren, he tried to keep them safe. And he knew, he had left… Continue reading

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A Monterey night..

A Monterey night.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I need a year in Monterey. I would write the great novel and never complain.  1- Moonlight kiss.. Tonight I need, a midnight kiss, a moonlight… Continue reading

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Behold a beautiful rose…

Behold a beautiful rose.. If we behold a beautiful rose, we adore the the shape of her petals. A beautiful rose will be born in early June and it will decay with time.… Continue reading

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She danced barefoot by the Clinton River..

She danced  barefoot by the Clinton River.. A beautiful woman danced alone by the Clinton River, her feet allowing the movement of the river, to caress her feet. The sun, sun-kissed her beautiful… Continue reading

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