Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Just a kiss, maybe more kisses?

Just a kiss, maybe more kisses? I told the sad woman in the tavern. Love is fleeing moments, we cannot catch. Catching love is is like trying to catch a falling leave, in… Continue reading

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Wild Irish Rose and a amazing George Jones song.

Wild Irish Rose..   Pretty gal with emerald eyes and the sweetest voice I ever heard. She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You can’t out-run the devil and the Wild Irish Rose won’t save… Continue reading

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Love, did whisper to me on a Summer day..

Love, did whisper to me on a Summer day.. She was a butterfly dancing in the wind, her long colorful dress moving with the breeze and love, did whisper to me on a… Continue reading

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Sometimes it snows in April. And a amazing Prince song.

Sometimes it snows in April… 1- Was a warm April day and she left him, feeling breathless. Her wild eyes and her thousand dreams, he adored. The fire in her voice, made him… Continue reading

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Love Posies. And a amazing Buddy Holly song.

Love Posies… His pretty love, dear Veronica told him. You promised me love posies, everyday of my life. You promised me  morning posies and you promised to read love posies before we sleep.… Continue reading

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Last bus going toward the sea..

Last bus going toward the sea.. 1- I traveled 1500 miles toward the Florida sea. It was the last bus to the ocean. I was reaching for a miracle, I was dreaming of… Continue reading

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The sea is near. And a amazing Nick Cave song..

The sea is near.. 1- Once upon a-time. I found the Pacific ocean. I went to her and I tossed off my shoes. Took off my pant and my shirt. I ran into… Continue reading

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Nothing could stop me. And a beautiful Joss Stone song.

Nothing could stop me… I traveled 2500 miles to see your face and nothing could stop me. When I arrive at your home. I will kiss your hair, I will kiss your neck… Continue reading

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Grandma’s hands and the great Bill Withers song.

Grandma’s hands. Dear Grandma told me often. Life is like soup. Too many cooks in the kitchen and the soup won’t be tasty. Allow the real cook to do her work. Grandpa told… Continue reading

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Listen, remember and learn..

Listen, remember and learn ——————————————–Listen.. I love the misty mornings.I love the chill of Lake St. Clair lake when I sit alone near her.I listen to the lake and I listen to the… Continue reading

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