Category Archive: poem

Please take my hand, please take my heart…

  Please take my hand, please take my heart. Old man told the young soldier in the Fort Louis NCO club. You must die to learn to live you must lose everything to… Continue reading

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Michigan photos- Lake St. Clair

The Michigan Spring       First warm day of Spring today. The sun is bright, nearing seventy degrees. My world is quiet and the warm day tempt me to find, a hidden… Continue reading

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Ride- I am ready to go anywhere.

(I am tire of being locked-in. I need the lakes, the parks and the forest.)        Ride Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget.… Continue reading

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Edgar Allan Poe, Salinger and Hemingway

Happy Tuesday, my friends. Some nice things to be read. Be careful and be safe.  

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We had the month of May, once.

 We had the month of May, once A pretty gal from Italy told me by the Monterey Bay, “the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to… Continue reading

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Spring Equinox…

Spring Equinox A Poem by Coyote Poetry Waiting for Spring                            Spring Equinox Winter cold touch was needed. Needed frost for the… Continue reading

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Ben Jonson poetry and some words.

Ben Jonson became my favorite, many years ago. I tell the young writers. You must read the ancient writers to understand poetry and story. If we read and seek more knowledge. Our writing… Continue reading

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The brown eyes girl

The brown eyes girl     Was a lonely beach, late Spring brought out the lovers of the sea. I saw near the moving and dancing Pacific. A woman and child. I fell… Continue reading

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I want to fall in love…

I want to fall in love Once, I was seeking the Hemingway life. Running toward war and away from love and life. Somehow I found the J.D Salinger silence. Once, bold and foolish… Continue reading

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Pablo Neruda, T.S. Eliot and some words.

  “This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper. .” T.S. Eliot     “My grandfather told me often, one day, the teacher will become the student.… Continue reading

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