Category Archive: love

I want to fall in love again

     I want to fall in love again I sat with a dear muse by Lake Gichigana. The blessed sun caressed our faces and the new day was coming alive for us.… Continue reading

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“If I could, I would.”

 If I could, I would. First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey, dear… Continue reading

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Remember you, please remember me

Remember you, please remember me. — Gin, sin and the sea   You liked the silence and the gin and I loved the sea and your company. You told me often. “If you… Continue reading

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“Drunk man calling”

Drunk man calling   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how we remember faces and places when alcohol open the door to memories.        Drunk man calling It is 3 am in the morning.… Continue reading

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“Silence”

Silence We fall together into the midnight hours and we allowed the silence of the long night to hold deep embrace. Old lovers like us, don’t need words. We need tender caress and… Continue reading

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“The Raven and the Coyote”

The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out.                              The Raven and the Coyote The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken by… Continue reading

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No mercy

No mercy dear Elizabeth   She found me alone by the St Clair lake and she wore a silky red dress. I saw her from a distance and I watched her walk quickly… Continue reading

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Beautiful girl

Beautiful girl She danced a circle dance for the moon and the stars, her hair flowed freely in the warm nightly breeze. I told the kind moon, thank you for sending me the… Continue reading

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“No take-backs my dear friend”

No take-backs my dear friend. Young man in the dark tavern told the bar Poet. I broke a woman heart and I spoke cold and heartless words, I should of never said. The… Continue reading

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“Looking for my Agnes”

   Looking for my Agnes Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took… Continue reading

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