Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Gentle on my mind..

Easy on my mind.. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a… Continue reading

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We must slow down my darling…

We must slow down my darling… Drunkest poet, drunkest soldier in Austin, Texas. He wrote to a journal. “Nothing is lost, nothing is gain, we will back step, we will fall forward  and… Continue reading

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Afraid of love..

Afraid of love.. I sat on the sand on the Monterey beach slowly drinking my Black Velvet whiskey alone. Pretty Autumn Marie sat with me and I held her hands. I saw the… Continue reading

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The hanging tree…

The hanging tree… In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading

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Please one more dance near the sea..

Please one more dance near the sea.. The Monterey pretty poet name Diane read to me. “Laughing, crying. Wanting, begging. Celebrating, complaining. Seeking nothing and wanting nothing. We like the hello and we… Continue reading

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Swiftly love can come..

Swiftly love can come.. Swiftly love can come, swiftly love go away. Today we walked the Port Austin pier, one mile into the beauty of Lake Huron. And the world is so far… Continue reading

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So it is..

So it is… 1-  I didn’t know it was the last night I would see your face. I didn’t know it would be the time I would hear your voice and I didn’t… Continue reading

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Painting pretty pictures..

Painting pretty pictures.. Tonight I am drinking the Irish coffee and I am remembering better days. I am painting pretty pictures with my words and I am trying to remember your face. I… Continue reading

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Slip and fall.

Slip and fall.. I requested some kind words. I asked her to tell me. I love you. Please tell me, you will wait for me and please make these seconds, we have left.… Continue reading

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If you go away on a Summer day..

If you go away on a Summer day… Dear Julie told me on a warm August day. I am here waiting in Michigan for you. A Michigan gal is waiting for you. You… Continue reading

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