Monthly Archive: September, 2024

The Fall and you….

The Fall and you.. The lazy days of Fall had left me with you. Just a swing and your laughter near. Dear Nature was fading and your sweet voice told me. I love… Continue reading

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Memory of music…

Memory of music. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Music allowed the rebirth of memories and faces.    Memory of music… Let me not fall into dreams of sadness.Allow the awful shadows of things lost.Not… Continue reading

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Beautiful flowers and some words.

Milkweed.. The girl asked me. What is this plant surrounding the Lake St. Clair? I told her. Milk weed. It was planted to feed the free butterflies. She touched the plant and she… Continue reading

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Flowers in my garden and some words.

1- Once, I saw everything in your eyes. You whispered to me, your dreams of Big Sur and climbing Mount Rainier. I was thankful my kind friend. You loved me. 2- Like this.… Continue reading

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You were never my love…

You were never my love… She was a beautiful beautiful flower and I loved her so. I didn’t know love was based on wonder, mystery and wonder. I was just a replacement. Love… Continue reading

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Like this…

Like this… When someone ask you. My life is chaos and confusion. I don’t know If I should run or stand my ground? Is there a safe place for me to rest. Take… Continue reading

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Around and around, we shall go..

Around and around we shall go. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Life is chance and opportunity. Better to be kind and hope for a good ending.                        Around and around we shall go… Around… Continue reading

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Angel dancing, too close to the ground..

Angels dancing, too close to ground.. Pretty wishes, deadly journeys led me to the Austin, Texas sun and you.Till I met you. I saw grey skies only and the drink was sweeter than… Continue reading

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I will take care of you…

I will take care of you… In the dead of long night, our wandering mind find things lost and cannot be found. Old Johnnie sitting alone in the Jazz bar and he is… Continue reading

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