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Grandmother hope and wishes..

Grandmother hope and wishes. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to know… Continue reading

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My father’s burdens…

My father’s burdens. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman.  My father’s burdens           (My father  was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed… Continue reading

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Bounded love, till my last breathe.

Bounded love. Till my last breathe. The moment I held you. Sweet child of mercy. You brought hope to my sad heart. Your laughter, your smile. Now each day. I look forward to… Continue reading

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Sweet Peggy. Drinking alone.

  Sweet Peggy. Drinking alone.  She is sitting alone in the warm  Florida evenings, drinking alone.  She is raw, sexy and like a wild cat in the tropics. She is hungry, desperate and… Continue reading

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The Angels don’t cry for me..

The Angels don’t cry for me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. We, just must learn, to live with the foolishness already done.  The Angels… Continue reading

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The Texas jazz. I do need.

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Canvas

Originally posted on The Creative Chic:
you dipyour fingersin all the colorsof my soulpainting beautifulpicturesupon my nakedcanvas

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The Toucan’s Lament

Please read and enjoy the work of the talented writer. Digital Rabbit Hole                          Toucans on Rain Forest River by William Patterson Please press play to hear my spoken word version of the… Continue reading

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“Your Treasure” in Spoken Word

Please listen to the amazing verbal poetry by a talented writer. Digital Rabbit Hole Earlier, I posted about my poem, Your Treasure that debuted on Spilllwords.com todayFor those who have not read it… Continue reading

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The hills and the Apache.

The hills and the Apache.. I had many bottles of the good tequila. A bag of some fresh lemons.I drove for three hours to the California fault line.To do some free-climbing and drink… Continue reading

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