Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

No love, no glory..

No love, no glory… ( April is poetry month. Poem number fifteen.) 1- Can’t take my eyes off you.. I do not want to escape you eyes and I need your hands in… Continue reading

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January calling..

Dear December.. The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you.A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered.Dear Johnnie, please come home to me. I would… Continue reading

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I must wander or I will slowly die.

I must wander or I will slowly die.. She was so beautiful,she moved like a wild and free animal.I knew she was untamed and lusted for the free highway.I didn’t try to capture… Continue reading

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Bella Luna..

Bello Luna… The majestic sky is above us. The million stars shining like diamonds in the sky and you and I. We are adoring the rising moon. I told her. I told Bella… Continue reading

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Dear Andrea..

Dear Andrea…. I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly.… Continue reading

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A true love of mine.. And a beautiful Nati Dreddd song.

A true love of mine… Once a Scottish gal, I did love. We found love on a warm Spring day and I loved her voice. She talked of Scotland and she asked me.… Continue reading

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The moon and the stars..

The moon and the stars.. Once I was free and a wild soul, wanting and needed nothing. I was looking for the idyllic setting, place of perfect view and the dancing sea. I… Continue reading

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A Monday prayer.. Pray for peace..

A Monday prayer.. Pray for peace.. Time for us, all of us to stop.Give a few second of your busy day.We need to stop and to pray.Pray for our world.Pray our leaders learn.Every… Continue reading

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Love had taught me madness..

Love had taught me madness.. Break me.. Please break me, make me bleed, show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived, they know life can… Continue reading

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Home, sweet home..

Home, sweet home (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy. No booze, no woman, bad food and we have read every book available. I… Continue reading

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