Category Archive: poetry

My little wildflower”

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

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The Island- part six

The Island- part six A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter finally.                                          … Continue reading

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Diamond and gold’

Diamonds and gold I held wealth and traveled to the four corners of our world, I lost and gained love, I thought I knew what life and love was. I wear an old… Continue reading

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Trujillo, Honduras

 Trujillo My delusional mind and forsaken dreams seem so far away. I console myself with Honduras rum and I roamed the discos and nightclubs. I’m fatigue from suffocating in goals of work and… Continue reading

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Sweet longing

Originally posted on Musings:
From cockcrow to nightfall your rugged visage I missed of all with your playful teasing eyes betoken a crescent fondness clear as the skies The sexy drawl when you…

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Time after time

Time after time ——————————————————————————— The folly of time, we believe, some things shall last forever. We learn, time can be a thief, moved so damn fast. We learn too late, every words spoken,… Continue reading

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“She’s crazy”

 She’s crazy I was like my father, I believed. I needed the whiskey and the gin. And I loved the women too. I believe I was a rolling stone who wanted the long… Continue reading

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Anywhere- I need a field trip

Anywhere   We had some wine, a few packs of cigarettes and we were heading west. We were a-California dreaming.  You told me I want the sea, a quiet place. I embraced you… Continue reading

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My greatest regret was you’

My greatest regret was you Loved and lost   Dear Lizzy, my beautiful Liz. Honey, sweetheart and my love. Where are you now? Once we drank the Long Island ice tea and laughed… Continue reading

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Survivor

Read the powerful words of a talented writer. LUNA We are all survivors, Of pain, Gifted by others As well as ourselves. Pain that makes us flinch, Pain we remember for years. We… Continue reading

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