Daily Archive: November 29, 2024

Please read the amazing poetry.

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Please remember who you were..

Please remember who you were… I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading

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Dear Andrea..

Dear Andrea… I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by,old wounds don’t hurt so badly.Old sorrow… Continue reading

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She was a dancer…

She was a dancer… She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and… Continue reading

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Nothing could stop me…

Nothing could stop me… Nothing could stop me from seeking you. A gentle Summer breeze caressed my face, warning me of a new journey to touch.Nothing could stop me from following you, walking… Continue reading

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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 swim.You were the prettiest girl I had… Continue reading

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Hold on tightly baby..

Hold on tightly baby… You were the bloody storm my lover. You were my strawberry red-haired lady beauty on the Fifth street in Austin, Texas. For twenty dollars and a wrist band. You… Continue reading

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Why do we write story and poetry?

Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends,is a sacred incarnation of a smile.Poetry is a sigh… Continue reading

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Highway poetry..

(Highway poetry-short poemsA Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words) Wander or slowly die.. She was so beautiful.She moved like a wild and free animal.I knew she was untamed and lusted for the free highway.I… Continue reading

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Just a slow dance and a beautiful Ana Popovic song.

Just a slow dance.. Once upon a blue moon, the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor loved me. I told the polite bartender. She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You come here almost every night… Continue reading

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