Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

I was told…

I was told… The prettiest and most dangerous lady, I was told she was, always writing down her words and she was waiting for me, her strong coffee sweet and creamy, I saw… Continue reading

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The echoes of yesterday…

The echoes of yesterdays… (April poetry number twelve.) Drinking alone in a Monterey tavern in April,1992. I was trying to hide from a memory and I saw the saddest face man looking back… Continue reading

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If I could turn back time, I would…

If I could turn back time, I would….. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading

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We are, what we leave behind…

We are, what we leave behind. I remember the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She was a Ojibwa woman who lost everything and she kept her human emotions of kindness and… Continue reading

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Darkness…

 Darkness.. Life become less needful. Men with dead eyes learn to love the strip clubs, the drink and the war. Darkness overtake men who had learn love is bitter, life is a pain… Continue reading

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Like a river, going to the sea…

 Like a river, going to the sea… I am following the moving river and I can smell the sea in the air. I decided I was a prisoner in a mess-up prison. I… Continue reading

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Ghosts, nightmares and dead ends…

Ghosts, nightmares and dead ends… One—  I ordered one more Bloody Mary from my one arm bartender. He is the best bartender in Texas. His drinks, like ambrosia for the sleeping mind. I… Continue reading

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Nightbirde- Brave…

   Brave One—  We loved the Spring days, we loved the dancing with Lake St. Clair on a April Spring morning. When you hugged me tightly and you whispered to me. I love… Continue reading

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Show me, where it hurts…

 Show me, where it hurts… One-  She was a earth angel, she had a raging spirit and she loved the sea, the deep forest. She weaved safe place for me with the beach… Continue reading

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Right and wrong…

Right and wrong… I told the young soldier, we control our destiny. Good life, bad life, we decide. My grandfather told me often. What is right, is right. What is wrong, is wrong.… Continue reading

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