Category Archive: Poetry and story

Rider on the storm…

Riders on the storm (Written in Sept 2019) (Today is 28 May 2020, USA passed the 100,000 person killed by the virus. Government want to open up the country. Just a body counts… Continue reading

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Fresh and bones…

Flesh and bones (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.)       I fell from the top of the mountain, I stood with so many… Continue reading

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Do for love…

Do for love Pretty words, long dances into the midnight hours, tasty kisses and warm embrace is what you are to me. Once we believe in nothing and today. You and I. Believe… Continue reading

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Love be sweet, love be damned

A letter received in 1978.                   ——————-                        Dear John Never before I felt a… Continue reading

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A safe place, a kind face

 A safe place, a kind face, maybe? Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind… Continue reading

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The Scottish girl kisses

 The Scottish girl kisses It was 1978 and the long days of Summer were here. Early June, warm days, weekend activities and weekend adventures to discover new places. I found safety in the… Continue reading

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Memorial day thoughts

Memorial day thoughts       I left a boy, I came back a season man. I learned the drills of the soldier, befriended many good men and women.       Soldiers… Continue reading

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Memorial day poetry- A witness to life

  A witness to life…       I left the Army in 2000. I wanted to see my kids grow-up. Good friends didn’t. Old wars didn’t effect me. I fought the quick… Continue reading

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Angels, muses and sirens…

Angels, muses and sirens. A Story by Coyote Poetry There are good and bad death. I recommend you pick the proper one. (California 1991)   Angels, muses and sirens. Angels, muses and sirens. A… Continue reading

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Some words and Saturday verbal poetry by amazing ladies

Maybe Bukowski       The silence poet read his words on the first Tuesday night of each month. Otherwise his voice is quiet, he prefer the Salinger way over Hemingway loudness. He… Continue reading

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