Tag Archive: life

We prayed for more. And an amazing Serena Ryder song.

Wild and free. 1- I was seeking you; you were seeking me. You knew I was near the Monterey Bay. I was writing words for the Pacific Ocean, and I was thinking of… Continue reading

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Love is a cruel mistress. A Texas hurricane.

Love is a cruel mistress. You called me on a Sunny Friday, and you asked me. Please Johnnie, meet me in Austin, Texas at midnight. I am feeling lonely, I need to dance… Continue reading

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The day is gone and the darkness is here.

The day is gone and the dark nights are here. I never liked the month of December. I seem to lose more than I gained. Once, after a war, I returned home and… Continue reading

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Please come home with me.

Please come home with me. Was Tuesday and I leading the poetry reading at the Monterey coffee shop. Was a good night and we read, we listen and we appreciate the poet’s words.… Continue reading

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The Texas Jazz, I do need. Dear Jenny.

“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.… Continue reading

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Soldier Bacchus prayer.

(Bacchus blessing are a treasure. Drinking is the soldier pleasure, Rich the treasure, sweet the pleasure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. John Dryden.) The soldier Bacchus prayer. The young soldier asked Sgt. C.… Continue reading

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Je t’aime- I love you. And a beautiful song by dear Lara Fabian.

Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown eyes and… Continue reading

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The hills and the Apache.

The hills and the Apache. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “An old poem when I was seeking who I was. Written in 1992.” The hills and the Apache. I had a bottle of good… Continue reading

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Two steps from hell.

Two steps from hell. (April is poetry month. A re-write. Number eleven) In a dark Gypsy carnival years ago. A beautiful Gypsy woman told me once. You are two steps from hell. Hell… Continue reading

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Haunted places and haunted memories.

Haunted places and haunted memories. (April is poetry month. New poem number nine.) I wear the white crystal you gave me in 1992. The necklace feels more heavy with time and distance. I… Continue reading

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