Category Archive: Poetry and story

“Misty eyes”

  Misty eyes   You bathe me with your hazel eyes and we have hot coffee, early morning, the sun rising from the east. I told you, let’s slow down this day, great… Continue reading

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Hotel California- Santa Cruz

Hotel California-  Santa Cruz   I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, a old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had… Continue reading

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The stormy sea

  The stormy sea   Life is like a burning candle, we can burn brightly or we can fade away to distance memory.   I told my friend, I am too old to… Continue reading

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The lady of the lake

Lady of the lake I loved the weeping willows trees by the lake, I loved the month of July and August. Once I wanted death and my lady of the lake, whispered a… Continue reading

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“You are my poetry”

You are my poetry   Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard.  … Continue reading

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“What will be left”

(Below is real. I took my grandchildren to some of these Michigan lakes. A old poem and something to think about)   What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need… Continue reading

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“Gypsy heart”

Gypsy heart   Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a prison… Continue reading

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Waterfall

Waterfall   “Hearts awry Wary ghostly grasp Weary lonely gasp Yet I can’t hold Enclasp”   The night is silence, old heart awry in sombre songs, barren sea memories and smitten kisses remembered.… Continue reading

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My California

My California   Azure sky, chaos Pacific ocean, my lover. The stormy sea, the murmur of the sea, whispered to me. Love may slumber, war are never-ending and we shall remember the sweetest… Continue reading

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“Listen to the wind”

Listen to the wind Find a valley where the kind wind can sing to you, stand in an apple tree orchard, touch an apple, taste the sweetness. Gifts, wonderful gift from Mother Nature.… Continue reading

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