Kind Summer..

Kind Summer days… Forget me not, forget me forever. Winters cold is gone and the kind Summer days are here. The cold Winter days made me drink the vodka and juice, write the… Continue reading

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Some mercy now..

Some mercy now… Just a man, he had worked and he had worked. Yesterday man, sat by the Clinton river. He loved the sun on his face. He prayed to the falling sun,… Continue reading

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Thank you for the dance. Some little poetry..

Once, twice and again. Love me one time, love me two times, lock the doors and let’s fall into love. ——————————————————- We danced the Texas two-step at the dance hall and I told… Continue reading

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I would steal the moon for you..

I would steal the moon for you.. My beloved, my midnight dream, my three am dancer.We found safe haven near the sea,small tent and sleeping bag.We drank tequila with the bitter lemon. We… Continue reading

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A twisted lullaby, maybe?

A  twisted lullaby, maybe? Was the first of June and Johnnie and Lucy wanted a adventure. Johnnie told his dear Lucy, I have loved you yesterday and today. And today I love you… Continue reading

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The Texas two-step..

The Texas two-step.. 1- A pretty gal asked me to dance in Belton, Texas. I asked her. Are you a college gal? She smiled and she told me. I am thirteen and I… Continue reading

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Dream a little dream..

Dream a little dream… The Dark Poet didn’t want to see the  light. The pretty Poet demanded attention and answer. She told him,  all of us need to dream a little dream. He… Continue reading

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Poetry for the Pacific Ocean..

Poetry for the Pacific Ocean.. I love to hear the orchestra of the Pacific Ocean.. The choir of the moving water,  the hymn of the crashing waves and if we listen, maybe we can… Continue reading

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Morning glory..

A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near.”                                Morning glory… The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking and I… Continue reading

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She was dancing alone..

She was dancing alone… She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the Jazz songs. She looked into my eyes and she waved me to come to her. I… Continue reading

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