Listen, think and speak..

Listen, think, speak.. Grandfather told me often. Take two to fight and take one not to fight. If the aggressor had no-one to fight. Maybe we can learn peace. Grandma told me often.… Continue reading

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Listen, remember and learn..

If you going to try. Go all the way. Bukowski)   Listen, remember and learn.. ——————————————–                                   … Continue reading

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You forgave me..

You forgave me… I remember us. We were something. I chased you till you couldn’t run no-more. I promised you the moon, I promised you a ancient love. Drinking aged wine and dancing… Continue reading

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If you go away..

If you go away…. We didn’t know, kind love was near, we didn’t know. Love blossom like a flower, appeared in the Spring of our life and can be forgotten in the Fall… Continue reading

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Nevermore, evermore or nothing more..

Never more, evermore or nothing more… She told me, please take of the mask. You may not like what you see. You have learned to love the darkness, please look closer, look closer… Continue reading

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My wildflower..

My 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 feet and… Continue reading

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Tempting fate..

Tempting fate… I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my face. I am walking away from place of love turn black. I left a lady crying and alone. Our sweet… Continue reading

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Katie wrote..

Katie wrote A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem with a proper re-write. Katie wrote.. Painted words and bloody thoughts are what the writer understand and hold tightly to. The wisp and grasps of… Continue reading

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Dancing with the Devil on a Friday night..

Dancing with the Devil on a Friday night.. You held me tightly and you whispered. Hush dear Johnnie, hush my loco soldier, hush my free-falling man. I will save you and I will… Continue reading

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No regrets.. My Iron Mountain gal.

No regret… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Good people bless us with their time and friendship.                                      No regret… She was a Iron Mountain, Michigan girl.Eyes of golden brown, long legged and a robust… Continue reading

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