Monthly Archive: February, 2025

I try to remember..

I try to remember A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014                          I try to remember.. I tried to remember the curves of your body.  Us blindfolded… Continue reading

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A lullaby for dear Luna. And a beautiful Sophia song.

A lullaby for dear Luna… Once I chased the moon, once I sang to her, great songs of love.  “Dear Luna, you are a miracle to behold, please come and dance with me… Continue reading

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Purgatory Inn and no place to go..

Old memories become less painful with time– Purgatory Inn and no place to go…. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.Bartender keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is… Continue reading

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Mojo rising. Hanging with Jim Morrison today.

Mojo rising…  I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead? The damn war taught me, Johnnie… Continue reading

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Lady of the lake..

 Lady of the lake…. We loved the weeping willows trees by the lake, we loved the month of July and August. Once I wanted death and my lady of the lake, whispered a… Continue reading

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Once upon a time..

Once upon a time.. I returned to Akron in 1980. I was looking for a sweet memory In 1973 at my fifteen birthday party. The prettiest friend of my sister gave me a… Continue reading

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A memory, a story..

A memory, a story…. ———————————————————–                          Everything… In the stillness of the night, you held me, so tightly.You were my 2 am… Continue reading

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Can you catch a falling leaf?

Can you catch a falling leaf?….. The days of October are here and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent of yesterday. Time… Continue reading

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I can’t bleed, no-more..

I can’t bleed, no-more. ——————————————————————                             In Austin, Texas Johnnie don’t cry no-more for love, he don’t look for things… Continue reading

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We didn’t know, I didn’t know. Some little poems.

We didn’t know… I didn’t know… — I called Sheena in Scotland in the Winter of 1980 and I told her. Beautiful Sheena, I miss you so and I am so sorry. She… Continue reading

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