Daily Archive: October 17, 2024

Jazzy Thursday poetry…

Jazzy Thursday poetry.. 1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love those eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body… Continue reading

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Monkey’s paw. Halloween 2024.

Monkey’s paw- Halloween 2024 A Story by Coyote Poetry  Part of old version and a modern version. Be careful what you wish for. Everything cost some something. Happy Halloween.           … Continue reading

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Never talk to strangers..

Never talk to a stranger.. The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “Fifth street”.  Low music and people seeking conversation. Pretty lady sat with me and she ordered a double shot of… Continue reading

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Don’t look at me with disappointment..

Don’t look at me with disappointment. (Written in 1978) Don’t look at me,don’t give me those sad looks of disappointment.I don’t care what you see. I’m breaking down walls,I’m not afraid.Like you, a… Continue reading

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Falling into the fire…

Falling into the fire… I saw many shades of red, I have seen blood red in anger, I have seen blood red skies and I have seen the land painted with the red… Continue reading

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Never been to Spain…

Never been to Spain… Oldest and saddest man on the block had spread out his world map. He touches the country Spain and he told the clouds. I never been to Spain. I… Continue reading

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Poetry for dear Cheryl..

Poetry for dear Cheryl.. 1- We were leftover people and we became so damn lost. We sought each other to seek and know comfort and we didn’t know. We forgot kindness, we became… Continue reading

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Two old poems. Happy Thursday..

The coastline… I fell in love with her on a December morning.I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty,her power. I walk quickly to her.She was dancing on the… Continue reading

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My last stand will be in New York City..

(Johnnie in 1992) My last stand will be in New York City… I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to… Continue reading

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