Category Archive: coyote poetry

‘The easy days and the good days.

The easy days and the good days. On a cold days in the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote your name in the snow. Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer. I love you. I… Continue reading

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‘The rising sun’

The rising sun   I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty… Continue reading

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The two guitars

Two guitars   I hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed real blood and I called you and I told you my love. I have forgiven you and I haven’t forgotten you. If… Continue reading

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Pease stay with me

Please stay all night with me She was my first storm I danced with. I loved how her long strawberry red hair moved when she danced by the Lake Superior lake. It was… Continue reading

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I love you/ Je t’aime

Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown eyes and… Continue reading

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‘Savior, liar and sinner’

Savior, liar and sinner   Once I was saved. Pretty red-hair girl took my hands and she whispered. I love you Johnnie. Please don’t die, please live for me. She held me tightly… Continue reading

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‘We will accept less and we forget who we are’

We will accept less and forget who we were Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed the kindness… Continue reading

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‘Hey brother, hey sister’

Hey brother, hey sister St. Patrick day is here and I love this Irish holiday. I always go out. Not for me. I go out for old friends loss to war. S. Patrick… Continue reading

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‘The war, the blood and the gun’

The war, the blood and the gun   No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only blood and the sound of war. Who do we blame my friend? War… Continue reading

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‘Whiskey’

Whiskey   She danced alone on the dance floor at the Jazz club. Moving her body with a gentle ease and making every movement of perfect long legs, wonderful womanly curves and hips.… Continue reading

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