Category Archive: poetry

The old man blues

 The old man blues… A black wind is touching my face, neither sadness or happiness can I know. I ain’t cold, I ain’t warm. I am just alive.Once a misty eyes beauty told… Continue reading

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The dance of emotion…

The dance of emotion A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is fair. We must give to receive.  The Dance of Emotion. A sweet angel was waiting on the bed for me.Her skimpy negligee showing silky… 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. You… Continue reading

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The river

The river… Winter was almost gone and I watched her dance for me in the safety of our bedroom. I loved looking at her lily white skin in her garment of blue silk.… Continue reading

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Hank Williams Sr. song, Monday poetry.

Have I told you lately?…. Have I told you lately that I love you. Could I tell you once again somehow. Have I told you with all my heart and soul how I… Continue reading

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I am waiting for you

 I am waiting for you… (Poem 24 for April. The poetry month.) Once we were brave, we stripped bare and we showed real face. I sang to you. “I am waiting for you… Continue reading

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Abrázame

Abrázame… Johnnie sat alone in the Purgatory Inn in Seaside, California. Once he wanted to consume life and he had ascended to lonely places and the kind sea near. Once he loved, love.… Continue reading

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She used to love me a lot…

She used to love me a lot…. I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading

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Skin, gin and sin city…

Skin, gin and sin city…. Pretty lady sat near me at the tavern and I said hello. She smiled and she came nearer. She caressed my military hair-cut and she asked. Soldier, coming… Continue reading

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LOVE (An Absurd Note)

Originally posted on The Inked Aaila:
It’s funny how love builds you and when time comes, it destroys you. Love comes when you expect it not to, and then it wants to leave…

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