Tag Archive: books

The animal.

The prisoners may seem weak and controlled.   Hope and memory allowed the energy to endure great pain. Sometime the table can be turned. Will the prisoner serve the same medicine or forgive? Revolution… Continue reading →

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The fray. California a-dreaming.

The fray.. 1- Martha jumped into the fray. 2- Sometimes the material on lawn furniture can fray, making it feel rough to the touch.  3- Going out into the fray is one thing, but going unprepared is… Continue reading →

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We will accept less and forget who we were.

We will accept less and forget who we were. Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed the kindness… Continue reading →

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Beatrice Marcella.

Beatrice Marcella. I found a twenty-five-year-old storage bag. Filled with old photos and old letters. I went through them, one by one. Each photo showed me a stranger, who lived and now he… Continue reading →

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The lady in the black dress.

The lady in the black dress. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading →

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Blind fury.

Blind fury A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I’m tire of war. How many more will die for the greed of war? Who will learn new tears that won’t ever end?         Blind fury Is… Continue reading →

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Dear Sheena and an amazing Scottish song.

(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-nine.) Dear Sheena Once upon a time, I danced with a Scottish beauty. Gentle voice, lovely accent, I adored. We learn to know love and I… Continue reading →

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For the days of Spring. The circle dance.

The circle dance. I have danced often the circle dance at Native Americans Pow Wows. The circle dance had many meanings. The leader called to the people; the Ojibwa children begin the circle… Continue reading →

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Kiss away my ghosts. And an amazing song by Creed Fisher.

Kiss away my ghosts. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He writes sleeping man poetry, and he drink the “Quiet man” whiskey.  He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading →

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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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