Daily Archive: August 29, 2024

I am going to build me a heaven of my own…

I’m going to build me a heaven of my own.. It was a majesty night and the music was so damn good. I have money for the Scottish whiskey and the night was… Continue reading

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Sometimes it snows in April..

Sometimes it snows in April… 1- Was a warm April day and she left him, feeling breathless.Her wild eyes and her thousand dreams, he adored.The fire in her voice, made him follow her… Continue reading

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Blushing beauty stole my heart…

Blushing beauty stole my heart… The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made… Continue reading

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What is poetry?

What is poetry? I was asked her. What is poetry? I told her, poetry is everything. Poetry is the description of the first kiss, the first dance. Poetry suppose make us laugh out… Continue reading

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Sweet Peggy. Drinking alone.

Sweet Peggy. Drinking alone…  She is sitting alone in the warm  Florida evenings, drinking alone.  She is raw, sexy and like a wild cat in the tropics. She is hungry, desperate and passionate.… Continue reading

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We danced for the stars…

We danced for the stars … Was a Texas hot Summer night and you wore your black dress and dancing shoes.  I was drinking the Long Island teas since 6 pm and you arrived… Continue reading

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We were young once…

We were young once.. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading

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A wisp of a thought…

A wisp of a thought.. Pretty girl sat alone. She moved her pretty legs slow and easy. He watched the legs moving and I adored her pretty face. He turned back to my… Continue reading

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The prettiest gal in Michigan…

The prettiest gal in Michigan… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  August poetry.  The prettiest gal in Michigan.. (August poetry ) I kissed the prettiest gal in Michigan and her lips tasted of beer and the… Continue reading

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