Category Archive: muse

“Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.”

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad   I painted pretty pictures for us, I made landscape of perfect and beautiful places, but we danced on the thread of real words. We… Continue reading

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Happy or sad?

Happy or sad?   Pretty poet asked, Monterey dark poet, are you drinking by the sea tonight?   He looked at her pretty face and he whispered.   The sea is kind, always… Continue reading

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Remembering the fragrance of Winter

Remembering the fragrance of Winter   I had lived the soldier life. The warm days of Spring did not bring love. The lucky sought the rendezvous with the sweetness of love when the… Continue reading

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“The color of love”

The color of love   Dear lover, you made me come alive. The fire in you eyes make me wish to swim in your brown eyes and drown in the gentleness of your… Continue reading

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The lucky or the crazy.

The lucky or the crazy We danced by the light of the moon, every Saturday and Sunday we came and watched the sun fall into the sea.   I watched you write my… Continue reading

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Big Sur

(Big Sur and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline.)     Big Sur and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989,… Continue reading

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Ann Arbor

Ann Arbor A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Ann Arbor The drunken poet drank his  Jack Daniel and cold tap beer in the Michigan tavern. A young man sat with and ordered… Continue reading

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–Stay with me my lover

Stay with me my lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry   Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears.   Stay… Continue reading

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-Strangers, trains and planes

Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be… Continue reading

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One of my favorites. Dreaming of Scotland

Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget.                        Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me at… Continue reading

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