Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

For dear Moriah. A beautiful butterfly in heaven now.

( It is a hard world. We need to listen, show concern and tell the people we love and care for. Come to us, you have a safe place to heal.) 1- Silence… Continue reading

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I will sing the blues for you.

I will sing the blues for you.. Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad andJohnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true.My baby left me, I’m so damn alone.Now… Continue reading

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Who will ring the bell?

Who will ring the bell?  Who will ring the bell when the last soldier is dead?  The great liars in Washington D.C shrouded lies with fake glory. Making the sheep believe war is… Continue reading

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Idyllic places and time.

Idyllic places and time…. The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter. Spring and Fall. We will know sweetness and we shall know sadness. We will be… Continue reading

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Everyone is a river.

Everyone is a river… Nicole sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet moving and dancing in water of lake Superior. I adored watching her and I traced her body with my… Continue reading

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Dear Belinda.

Dear Belinda.. I learned life wasn’t fair, you can’t get what you want and love isn’t enough sometimes. I remember a beauty, prettiest girl I ever known. When I looked into her eyes,… Continue reading

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Fool’s gold.

Fool’s gold. The irony of life, we learn too late, we can’t have everything we want. I remember you, a breathtaking beauty who listen to my words, my poetry. You held my hands… Continue reading

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I am growing old and hanging with the great Tom Jones.

I am growing old and I know now what life is. My grandfather told me often. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing. Better to hold silence than to create a unrepairable situation. ”… Continue reading

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Dear Florence.

I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading

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The wildflower.

1- Nude. You leave me breathless,with nothing to hide,evening perfection. 2- Wildflowers. The wildflowers are jealous,with you nearby,become less beautiful. 3 Painted memories. I wrote on skin,I painted secret words,on yearning skin. —————————————————————————————… Continue reading

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