Daily Archive: December 9, 2024

I called your name..

I called your name… Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely descended wants and… Continue reading

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Sins of our father..

Sins of our father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.  Father’s eyes and anger… Is my Father’s eyes and anger.Are they mine now? I… Continue reading

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The stone face man..

The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to hear them anyway.                               The stone face man.. In old New Orleans 1993. I found… Continue reading

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Beautiful music and a poem. Yesterday and today..

“You can’t wait until life isn’t hard anymore until you decide to be happy.” Nightbirde                          Just some words…. — We will… Continue reading

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Sometimes love is not enough.

Sometime love is not enough.A Poem by Coyote Poetry  “Sometime love isn’t enough. “                                 Not enough… Kind and sweet muse told me. Sweet Johnnie, I can save you.Please tell me what you need. You… Continue reading

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Drinking alone. Hanging with George Thorogood.

Drinking alone… Once in Bosnia, A beautiful Gypsy lady told me. Love isn’t your strength. You are cold hearted bastard and you will die alone if you don’t learn. You don’t walk alone.Now… Continue reading

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Anywhere, everywhere..

I want you… 1- She ran into the field of wildflowers. She stirred his eyes, she stirred his mind and heart. He loved her wild eyes and the questions in her voice. She… Continue reading

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The lover. A soldier prayer..

The Lover. A Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human.                       The Lover (A soldier prayer) Poor boys and men.Roads lead… Continue reading

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The first dandelion. And a Bukowski poem.

The first dandelion..  (I am dreaming of Spring. ) The streets are empty,the houses are quiet.I wonder where are the children?I clean-up the Winter waste and I smiled.One beautiful dandelion had appeared through… Continue reading

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Jennifer..

She held silence and she answered. Dear Johnnie. You want the world. I have two year child and I’m not free to roam and discover the wild world. I was a dead weight… Continue reading

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