Just a slow dance.
Just a slow dance.. Once upon a blue moon, the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor loved me. I told the polite bartender. She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You come here almost every night… Continue reading
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Happy Halloween. Never talk to strangers.
Never talk to a stranger.. The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “Fifth street”. Low music and people seeking conversation. Pretty lady sat with me and she ordered a double shot of… Continue reading
Texas bars and Texas women. (Adult reading.)
Texas bars and Texas women. (A old poem written in 1993. When I roam the Texas as a young man.) The Doctor told me.“You are damn healthy.You must take care of your self.”… Continue reading
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor.
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor… I am drinking alone beautiful Jenny. Somehow I forgot where Ann Arbor was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every… Continue reading
My dear Ojibwa grandmother chant.
My dear Ojibwa Grandmother Chant My dear Ojibwa Grandmother with sad eyes would chant songs of ancient times.I still can hear them in sweet dreams where I was safe and free.I remember baby… Continue reading
Hey, that is no way to say goodbye. And an amazing Leonard Cohen song.
Hey, That isn’t no way to say goodbye You were my warm Spring day. The sun, the moon and my flowing river of hope. You were my first love and last love. I… Continue reading
Don’t look for things you don’t want to be found.
Don’t look for things you don’t want to be found. A Halloween tale. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen nonfiction feel like fiction. You have seen too much. Don’t look for things you don’t… Continue reading
Monkey’s paw. A Halloween tale.
Monkey’s paw- Halloween 2021 A Story by Coyote PoetryPart of old version and a modern version. Be careful what you wish for. Everything cost some something. Happy Halloween. … Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle.
Waiting for a miracle. I remember you, I remember us. You were my wild and untamed lady, and I was running to you, and I was running away from you in the same… Continue reading
The illusion.
THE ILLUSION I told the pretty poet. I have too much now. I would give away if I could. Sell the car, sell the house and keep a few books and my laptop.… Continue reading