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I knew we were running to and escaping love touch..

I knew we were running to and escaping love touch in the same second. ( If we do not kiss. Will I miss the kiss?) I went to Ann Arbor looking for a… Continue reading →

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The lady near the sea..

The lady near the sea…. A rainy and gloomy night in New Orleans in the Winter of 1992. Johnnie tried to drink away the heaviness of things left behind. He sat alone near… Continue reading →

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Steal a memory, borrow a memory..

Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn to adore old memories. The fortune of youth become eloquence words on a sheet of paper. We… Continue reading →

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The waltz..

The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz  (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz… Continue reading →

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I want to see you again..

A Poem by Coyote Poetry ( Good days become sweet dreams with time.)                   I want to see you again.. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of fearless lovers.I wandered the beaches… Continue reading →

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A lake St. Clair prayer..

A Lake St. Clair prayer.. I’m far from my first love. The Pacific ocean.The Pacific ocean stole my heart years ago andshe made me yearn to be near her and wish to dance… Continue reading →

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Dear Monterey..

Dear Monterey.. The kind Gods took me from war to you dear Monterey. I joined wars to try to die the proper death. Suicide, I couldn’t do. War didn’t want my death. The… Continue reading →

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I called your name..

I called your name A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words                            I called your name… I called your name standing on the… Continue reading →

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Coffee shop conversation.

Coffee shop conversation. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Poem by Coyote PoetryGood coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games.                                   … Continue reading →

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We had the month of May, once..

We had the month of May, once… Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading →

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