Monthly Archive: April, 2025

Dear Clinton, Michigan..

Dear Clinton, Michigan.. You told me often,love wasn’t enough.The heart become too hidden with time and age.——California wasn’t enough,I called you my beautiful Jenny and I told you.California coastline is so beautiful,the Monterey… Continue reading

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Dear April..

Dear April.. Promises of warm days was you, April, I am waiting for the sunny days and the blooming of the Spring flowers. You have been my December and January wishes, dear April,… Continue reading

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Hotel California.

Hotel California.. I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, an old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading

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A Lake St. Clair prayer..

A Lake St. Clair prayer.. I’m far from my first love. The Pacific ocean.The Pacific ocean stole my heart years ago andshe made me yearn to be near her and wish to dance… Continue reading

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Damn you beautiful Kelli.

Damn you beautiful Kelli.. 1-  He loved her so and he yearned to look into her dark wild eyes. And he knew. She was a forbidden love, so damn close and so damn… Continue reading

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The coyote and the raven dance..

The Coyote and Raven dance… The coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading

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Kindness, we need..

Kindness, we need.. In her eyes, I saw the sea, in her eyes, I saw the long Monterey beach, in her eyes. She had the figure of the Aphrodite, she had the voice… Continue reading

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You were never my love..

You were never my love.. She was a beautiful beautiful flower and I loved her so. I didn’t know love was based on wonder, mystery and wonder. I was just a replacement. Love… Continue reading

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She danced by the lights of the candles..

She danced by the lights of the candles.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Written in 1992 and rewritten.  She danced by the light of the candles.. I sat by the bay.Watched the sun fall… Continue reading

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The empty jars..

The empty jars.. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles. She told me on a cold Winter morning, I store my dreams in the old mason… Continue reading

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