Monthly Archive: April, 2025

Dear California..

Dear California.. Do you remember me?I do remember you. I am jealous of the sun,the lucky sun falls into the California sea. I remember when I suicided boarded the Pacific.I loved the Winter… Continue reading

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The song of May..

The song of May.. I am taking the train to Basel. Dear Alexandra is waiting in the city of wonder for me. She found me on the poetry site and she told me.… Continue reading

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Letters and promises..

Letters and promises.. You saved me once my dear Julie. Your kind and sweet words upon sheets of paper made me wish and hope for a better tomorrow. You wrote me.—Dear Johnnie.. I… Continue reading

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True splendor..

True splendor.. My timeless beauty. My wild and uncontrolled dream. You are my forbidden wish. My secret dance needed in a fragile world. You are my first wish and my last need. You… Continue reading

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Pretty wishes..

I knew love once.I held love once,I remember your perfect face.I ran away from you once and today.I wait for no-one.—————————— Johnnie, Johnnie.she whispered.What did you do?I love you and you are me… Continue reading

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Four little poems for you..

One….. Just photos in a book, just beautiful faces missed. Just kind voices heard in my dreams now. Beautiful hearts missed. Two….. Swirl me in your mind, my kind lover. Make me believe,… Continue reading

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Old soldier..

Old soldier… A Story by Coyote Poetry  Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading

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Open the door my dear lover..

Open the door my dear lover…. I told the bartender at the Downtown Austin tavern, I was born sick. My mind twisted and wrong. I was born poor and now I have enough.… Continue reading

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Dust in the wind..

Dust in the wind.. Was the early Winter of 1992 and I landed In California. I left home to go to war in the Spring of 1991. I was tired and I wanted… Continue reading

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The days of April are here..

April morning… The days of April are here..Kind earth is coming alive and we are becoming hopeful.The fire are burning andgrandfathers must become the story tellers.He must entice the children to listen,maybe learn?He… Continue reading

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