…AMOR DE MARIPOSAS… LOVE OF BUTTERFLIES …

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POEM: FOR MY OWN GOOD

Originally posted on Life Seems:
It has always been a bitter-sweet relationship with you If I am being honest The bitter supersedes the sweet I was once innocent, emotional and hopeful  But you…

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La ferita- La blessure – The wound – La herida

Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
La ferita Il sole fiammeggia dietro le isole.La sua luce morente mi punge il cuoree il viso con l’accecante vampa dei ricordiGuardo la calma distesa del maree la profonda…

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Hemingway last dance..

Hemingway last dance A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words.                   Hemingway last dance I returned Monterey in late May of 2016.  I fell in love with her… Continue reading

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I’ll never fall in love again…

 I’ll never fall in love again I went to the Stray Cat Inn on Monday night. Long Islands are three dollars till 9pm and the company kind and polite. I was waiting for… Continue reading

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Scottish kisses

 Scottish kisses It was 1978 and the long days of Summer were here. Early June, warm days, weekend activities and weekend adventures to discover new places. I found safety in the German taverns.… Continue reading

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Merry Christmas and thank you…

Merry Christmas and Thank you A Poem by Coyote PoetryMerry Christmas my friends. I wish you a safe, fun and Merry Christmas.                              Merry Christmas   A man came to my door. He looked… Continue reading

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The Island- Chapter twelve

The Island- Chapter twelve A Chapter by Coyote PoetryOne more chapter.                         The Island- Chapter twelve…. He watched Lily walk away and he loved… Continue reading

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A bittersweet goodbye..

A bittersweet goodbye A Poem by Coyote PoetryGoodbyes are necessary. Need closure to all things.     Bittersweet closure “I walked up to her house.I celebrated one year with this young woman.In the comfort of… Continue reading

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Blinded, but not dead yet..

  (Written in 1993, Johnnie in Santa Cruz in 1993.) Blinded. But not dead yet.         (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be         able… Continue reading

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