Category Archive: Poetry and story

Little wildflower…

Little wildflower   My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are swimming in the beauty of the warm and the perfect Spring days.   I sat… Continue reading →

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A letter…

A letter for you dear Lilia   I wrote you a letter. Just words to be read and I wanted you to know. You are my everything. My mystery to try to understand… Continue reading →

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Humble and kind…

Humble and kind The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life and he knew. He knows too… Continue reading →

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At peace at last…

At peace at last A Story by Coyote Poetry A story for a good friend. Soldiers need to remember the old timers who taught us respect and how to lead. At peace at last… Continue reading →

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Barefoot dreams…

Barefoot dreams     A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age.      Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley,… Continue reading →

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A memory, a story…

A memory, a story. ———————————————————–                           Everything In the stillness of the night, you held me, so tightly. You were my… Continue reading →

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The Spring song…

 The Spring song I found her sitting alone by the lake and I sat with her. The first day of Spring brought a sunny day and I told her. My pretty, my sweetest… Continue reading →

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Dead flowers and my verbal poetry.

Dead flowers   I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your… Continue reading →

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When the war is over…

  When the war is over ————————————————————————————————————– I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness.… Continue reading →

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My Michigan dream..

   My Michigan dream “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here, I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe.… Continue reading →

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