Hotel California….

Hotel California I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, a old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading

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soul like mine..

soul synced with ?mine? Oh the secrets it could tell ? Tall tales pursue us we live them well.. soul that looks at me? without saying a word? Telling me everything I’ve never…

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Please tell me, how you lived?

Please tell me, how you lived?     The old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things… Continue reading

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We loaned, we borrowed and we stole.

We loaned, we borrowed and we stole The Winter of 1978, we create boundless nights, we made  thousand promises for love and you taught me. We loan, we borrow and we stole.  The… Continue reading

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Great song and some poetry. Forever young.

(4 poems. Poet dear Judy, her poetry made me decide to be not epic for a second)   I ain’t done yet my friends, still many miles to go. Are you coming with… Continue reading

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Silence, a dark inscribed, silence, a tyrannical void.

Wonderful poetry by a talented writer.

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Highway poetry

Highway poetry-short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                            Wander or slowly die She was so beautiful, she moved like a wild and free animal. I knew she was untamed and lusted… Continue reading

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Traveling and rambling man…

Traveling and rambling man.       A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just my words.     Traveling and rambling man Old Johnnie sat alone in the tavern in the city of Austin, Texas. Drinking… Continue reading

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My father’s song

My father’s song (My father passed Jack Isaacs on 29 January. Was 93 years old and he was tough as nails.)     Greatest man I ever known. He told me often. “Life… Continue reading

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He remembered love…

“Hereditary Feelings”, 2016, Yuriy Ku Drop   He remembered love     Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the the biking path. Her eyes of… Continue reading

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