My Michigan dream..

   My Michigan dream “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here, I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe.… Continue reading

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A song and the beautiful words.

( My father first wife wrote the words for the songs from 1940-1958. She died of cancer in 1958. My father would memorize and sing at the local taverns in his young days.… Continue reading

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She wore flowers in her hair…

She wore flowers in her hair A Poem by Coyote Poetry A re-write  She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my place in life, I decide… Continue reading

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If I knew…

If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness.   If I knew If I knew. I would… Continue reading

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I overlooked the orchid

(Some poetry written over sixty years ago by a unknown poet. Please read and enjoy the words. )   I overlooked the orchid   I overlooked the orchid while searching for a rose.… Continue reading

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Have I told you lately?

(I found a sixty year poetry binder. Filled with poetry by a unknown writer in my Father’s office. I want to post some of the wonderful words by the secret poet from sixty… Continue reading

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Half as much

(Danil Gerhatz……With love, thank you for the artwork) coyotepoet (I found hidden poetry in my father’s office. He passed last month. I don’t know who wrote. Just posting the work of a secret… Continue reading

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Witness to life…

Witness to life   I told people with my writing for many years. If the wars, don’t stop. War will come to our doorstep. Today war had found our USA cities. The war… Continue reading

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My Hand, My Pen, My Paper #Poetry

Originally posted on Vishal Dutia:
My hand, it grasps, a withered pen, dry and old, yet perfect all the same My pen, it dances, across the milky paper, smooth and neat, yet messy…

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Do the fallen remember?…

  Do the fallen remember? I remember my father, held on to the rum and he held on to the memories of the Korean war blood. I would stay-up with him and I… Continue reading

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