Category Archive: Poetry and story

You, the sea and the journey’

You, the sea and the journey I love the sea and the long paths, I followed you to the sea and I told you. The sea is jealous of your beautiful face and… Continue reading

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Tattoos

Tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time.   Tattoos   My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my… Continue reading

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‘I understand why we protect the wildflowers now’

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why.)   I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.… Continue reading

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‘Turn, turn, turn.

Turn, turn, turn   The old poet sang a lullaby. “Sensual woman whispered to me once. Come live with me and be my lover, I will be your salvation and you will be… Continue reading

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Happy July 4th- Some poetry.

                              Salute old glory and thank a veteran.   Raise your glass high and thank the Soldiers for standing… 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 the gentleness of… Continue reading

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Home sweet home- Port Austin

Home, sweet home   (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy.   No booze, no woman, bad food and we have read every book… Continue reading

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Mystery and wonder

Mystery and wonder   It was a Germany warm Summer, the days were long and easy. You and I had no-place to you. You were my German girl with eyes of hazel who… Continue reading

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‘Read to me my dear lover’

Read to me my dear lover Longing, belonging, needing and believing. You are my reasons to live my love.   Falling, soaring and flying to new heights in hope and dreams. Please sweet… Continue reading

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‘The sea and the chess game.

The sea and the chess game   Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila. The old man had few friends. People see an old man with no-place… Continue reading

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