Category Archive: Poetry and story

“Drink of me dear lover”

Drink of me my dear lover       I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and good sound. I roamed to her every weekend for five years. The… Continue reading

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It it be, your will

  If it be, your will ” The flame of love You were the prettiest flower in the garden and I brought you close and I stole a kiss. I told you, dear lover.… Continue reading

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We lies, we died and I still wanted you”

 We lies, we died and I still wanted you We lay in a bed of mercy, you and I, we bleed-out all the kindness we once knew. You told me often, “my soldier,… Continue reading

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“Spin the bottle”

Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. He told me, “Damn if you do, damn if you don’t. Life is like spin the bottle and playing with your sister. All you get is… Continue reading

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Some day are perfect’

Some days are perfect   Wine, dance and the song. The good days need to be  long and sweet. The tasty and sweet  wines opened the doors to new friendships and possibilities, new… Continue reading

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“Forget me not”

Forget me not   I dreamed of you, I dreams of us. I picked-up the phone. I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine. I dreamed of… Continue reading

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Lake St. Clair prayer

A Lake St. Clair prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry I spend the day alone by Lake St. Clair. Wrote many new poems.                               A Lake St. Clair prayer I’m far from my… Continue reading

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Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm     “Bad dream again, anger blasting my thoughts, Mad men killing and I don’t understand. 15 year girl, Leila Hernandez, covered and protected her brother body and she… Continue reading

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Damn your eyes

      Damn those eyes     You make me so crazy my dear love, damn those eyes, damn those green eyes that steal my thoughts and my dreams. You and I,… Continue reading

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“The weeping willow”

The weeping willow   Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift.   Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart… Continue reading

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