A bloody Mary…

 A bloody Mary…. A pretty girl sat alone and I introduced myself. My name is Johnnie and I sat near her. She told me, my name is Paloma and she sat in a… Continue reading

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The sweetest girl…

The sweetest gal…. I brought the most beautiful girl near and I raised my glass to the sky in the dark tavern. I said aloud.“Drink to you, drink to me and drink to… Continue reading

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The fortunate one…

The fortunate one A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe must remember the good days. The fortunate one’s Lovely be, a day can be. When the sun kiss  your face and the lake is near.The long… Continue reading

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Could you, could we?

Could you, could we? Was a beautiful Michigan Summer day and I held her hand. We walked the circle at Lake St. Clair and she asked me. Could you, could we? Outrun the… Continue reading

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It Happens In the Evening (audio)

Amazing written and verbal poetry shared by a talented writer.

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Who am I now??

Who am I now? We are the same, we are different. I believe we want the same things and some of us want more and some of us want less. Some of  us… Continue reading

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Beautiful Bishop Briggs song and some words…

 Dead man arms… Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading

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Fool’s gold…

Fool’s gold…. The irony of life, we learn too late, we can’t have everything we want. I remember you, a breathtaking beauty who listen to my words, my poetry. You held my hands… Continue reading

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Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me (poetry recitation)

Originally posted on my inspired life:
https://videopress.com/v/ibBJste1?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata Poet, Mary Oliver Mary Oliver wrote so many beautiful poems, selecting only one for a Saturday recitation was no easy task. I am most familiar with…

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Never enough whiskey…

Never enough whiskey she told me… Pretty girl drank alone, once we great lovers and now we have become strangers seeking nothing. I told her, damn tavern is place to die, dear Julia,… Continue reading

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