Tag Archive: Family

Ravishing beauty dancing alone..

Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Hard to brake down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget.                             Ravishing beauty dancing alone.. We will masquerade  as many… Continue reading

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Those were the good days, my dear friend.

Those were the good days, my dear friend… A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face and she saw me looking at her. We waited for a few… Continue reading

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One more day, I do need. Some words.

Two poems about life, war, peace and death. Remember what John Denver said. “War is man’s sin.” Prayer for peace.. Guns and bombs block outthe cries for peace.New graves with white crossesfor brave… Continue reading

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Fabiola..

Fabiola.. (Now nothing remains the same)  Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading

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The dance of the angels..

 Play me the waltz of the angels… I wrote some names down to paper, each name were kind mentors to me. In quiet prayers, I pray to sit with them again, talk till… Continue reading

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Thankful..

Thankful.. I saw my face  in the mirror.I was surprised to see a old man looking back. I am sixty-six years old.I watched my grandchildren daily andthey keep going forward.Their big smiles and… Continue reading

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My dear Fabiola..

My dear Fabiola.. (Now nothing remains the same)  Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face.… Continue reading

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Jazzy Tuesday. Old love..

Old love… She  called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I told her.… Continue reading

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Love is more than us..

When we are young. We believe, life is us. Old age teaches us. We are part of life. Little one, first day of school. Taught me, we are just here to assist the… Continue reading

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Letters in my pocket..

Letters in my pocket.. I was a soldier for 15 year and I made friends with the people swimming in chaos. I befriended bartenders, drunks, strippers and kind women. My favorite women were… Continue reading

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