Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

We were running to and escaping from love..

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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One more cup of coffee..

One more cup of coffee.. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading

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Once we had the days of Spring..

1- Once we had the days of Spring.. I remember it was the first warm day of Spring in April 1977. She found me by the lake and she shared a beautiful smile… Continue reading

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Wicked, we must be. Wicked, we must know..

Wicked, we must be. Wicked, we must know. “Because to influence a person is to give him one’s own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts or burn with his natural passions. His… Continue reading

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The empty jars..

The empty jars.. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles. She told me on a cold Winter morning, I store my dreams in the old mason… Continue reading

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Once we had the Elvis songs.. And a amazing Elvis song.

Once we had the Elvis songs… Hello girl, it Johnnie in Michigan and I am sorry to call you at at Midnight hours. The drink is wearing me down and I am listening… Continue reading

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Almost first day of Spring. Spring fever.

Spring fever… 1- Prettiest gal in Michigan on a April sunny day told me. Please adore me, please let’s gather our dreams and hopes together. Let’s dance for the days of April and… Continue reading

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Legacy, some little poetry..

Legacy, some little poetry.. 1-  The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his face, her eyes seeking his voice. He asked her, dear Eleanor. What… Continue reading

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The quiet of the day..

The quiet of the day.. He went to her home and he looked forward to hear her speak. She loved the posies and she loved the songs of today. And she loved the… Continue reading

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Became ugly with time..

Became ugly with time.. I watch the rain outside the Jazz club window. I am singing with the Jazz man. “The sky is crying.” I have become ugly. Time slowly took my smile,… Continue reading

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