Monthly Archive: September, 2024

The Lake Huron song….

The Lake Huron song.. Closed wounds can bleed again, no healing for true love lost.You and I, we were Summer wine and Lake Huron late night swimming. You were the prettiest girl I… Continue reading

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Boundless sea…

“Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire.A Story by Coyote PoetryJust words.” Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fire It was early Summer of 1994 and I was stationed in Texas. I… Continue reading

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She used to love me a lot..

She used to love me a lot.. I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading

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The last time I saw your kind face. I remember.

The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember.. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.… Continue reading

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Purgatory Inn. Conversation with a Siren.

Purgatory Inn. Conversation with a Siren. Always good company at the Purgatory Inn.  Chess games are being played. Long and deep conversation being done. Purgatory Inn, never closes and always entertaining.  Tonight I… Continue reading

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The rising sun…

The rising sun.. I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I… Continue reading

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The Medicine wheel…

The Medicine wheel A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old Native American wisdom. We need to gather as one people to save earth and all people. Wisdom of the Medicine wheel… (I have been lucky. Many kind Native… Continue reading

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The song of love…

The song of love.. Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of love.The blackness of  love, the whiteness of love.The dead love, the alive love.The desperate love and the forgotten love.… Continue reading

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Utopia of the pen and the paper…

Utopia of the pen and the paper… In the sixties. There was a good dream.We support to be working 32 hours a week and enjoying art, poetry and music by the year 2000.The… Continue reading

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Write, write and write some more…

Write, write and write some more… What would this world be without words? The ancient writers wrote of war and love without fear.Many of the great writers were damn for their thoughts.I’m thankful… Continue reading

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