My muse

My muse You are love and I’m  no-one. You came to me with haunting words awakening the want of love, dance and song. Your gentle voice awoke my dying spirit. Your kind  words… Continue reading

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Some Michigan Poetry. “She had wildflowers in her hair”

She had wildflowers in her hair A Poem by Coyote Poetry Haunting story and memories can feel like someone else had lived it. Sometime all we have is wildflowers dreams to hold on… Continue reading

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Please stay with me.

Please stay with me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Please stay with me She told him. “Sweet baby, the night is cold and lonely. The rain is falling and the storm… Continue reading

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“At peace at last”

                    At peace at last The Soldiers gave him a 21 gun salute. Only young and old Soldiers came to say goodbye. Old Sergeant… Continue reading

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My Long Time Lover…

Originally posted on Words across the Oceans:
MY LONG TIME LOVER Each day I head to the beach To wash away the dust From the grind of the day. And instantly I become…

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“I called your name” Best song. Song for things in the lost and the found.”

I called your name A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and good music. I called your name Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First… Continue reading

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More Texas poetry. Dance with death

A dance with Death.       (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways. Years ago I was trying to drink myself to death. A beautiful woman change my direction.… Continue reading

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Toasted English Mate

Originally posted on Backpfeifengesichts:
? I saw it walking down the causeway to the beach at around three am. I was inflicted with insomnia and taking late night strolls had become my addictive…

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Nothing left to lose and Taylor Monsen

Nothing left to lose I lay in the silence of deadening silence. All dreams dead and buried when you left me alone. You were my savior and my killer. I remember the first… Continue reading

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Dance

Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
Painting by R. Young Life is a long dance The Great Fiddler gives the tune, And we turn and turn. We dance the accomplishment, The way of righteousness.

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