a symphony of sparrows to write her name in cursive across the morning sky

Originally posted on Mike's Manic Word Depot:
she is the lightening sky to the east a warm penumbral glow promising more than the long sleepless night could ever give i am distant…

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Men, vodka and dreams of peace…

Men, vodka and dreams of peace. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Written in 1978. Today the world is the same. Maybe worst off?                      Men, vodka and dreams of peace… Wishing, hoping and dreaming.… Continue reading

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My lady..

  My lady.. Written in 1982. My lady, I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon the first star of the night, to… Continue reading

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The vinegar and the sweet wine.

The vinegar and the sweet wine.. Did I thank you my beautiful and sweet Brigitte?I’m leaving  on  plane very soon for my real home.You came back into my life to say goodbye andyou… Continue reading

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Riders on the storm..

Riders on the storm “Bad dream again, anger blasting my thoughts, Mad men killing and I don’t understand. 15 year girl, Leila Hernandez, covered and protected her brother body and she was killed,… Continue reading

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Never, neverland…

Never, never land… (Let’s escape to Big Sur. Let’s dance with the ghosts of yesterday, let’s dance with the ghost of today. Let’s find a never, never land where our mind and heart… Continue reading

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Words, never spoken…

  Words, never spoken… Last two years been very hard. 2020 and 2021, I lost many to cancer and to sickness. Today I miss their voices and I yearn to talk to them again.… Continue reading

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I saw the sun in your eyes…

 I saw the sun in your eyes.. You and me, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading

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Ly O Lay Ale Loya- The circle dance.

Ly O Lay Ale Loya (Circle Dance) The elder is burning the sage, cleansing the air of separation.He told the people, many races, many hearts and we are becoming one in the hope… Continue reading

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Skin, gin and the sin city.

Skin, gin and the city of sin.. 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.… Continue reading

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