Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Secret life…

 Secret life… I was your boss and teacher once. We shared hours in a locked building. I adored your long legs and auburn hair. Your perfect body unable to be hidden, made me… Continue reading

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You are me and I’m you…

You are me and I’m you People who see only color, race and religion. Are truly blind.Don’t you cry for the sick child.Don’t you hold the mother or father who lost a son… Continue reading

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Lazy Sundays…

Lazy Sundays… Old poet told the young writer, we need more lazy Sundays, less busy Mondays. We need to find the sea, need to find the great lakes, we need to free-climb the… Continue reading

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Liar’s moon lullaby…

 Liar’s moon lullaby… I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to me by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces, for the… Continue reading

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Delia…

Delia… O sweet you are, O brave you be and O darling. I love you as-is. My rose-cheeked gal, you never promised me anything and you loved to live. We loved to hear… Continue reading

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Go forward…

Go forward… I told the young woman with tears in her eyes. Somedays are lonely and we can be scared. We believe we walk alone. Sometime we need to stop our life and… Continue reading

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The coyote song, lest we forget…

  Lest we forget Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe place to rest.… Continue reading

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Scarbororough Fair…

Scarborough fair…. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading

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Stitches…

Stitches… I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading

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The waltz…

The waltz … We were doing a waltz upon the quiet beach. The waves were the orchestra and the wind was whispering a love song.  I tossed you into a twirl and I brought her back to… Continue reading

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