Tag Archive: life

Fable love.

Fable love. I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading

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One more cup of coffee. And an amazing Bob Dylan song.

One more cup of coffee. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading

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Everyone is a river.

Everyone is a river, She 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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Needing and bleeding.

Needing and bleeding A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love teaches us many things. Mainly hold on tight and be kind.                                       Needing and bleeding. I have lived and died in your arms. You were… Continue reading

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An empty book.

An empty book. A Poem by Coyote PoetryNeed to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter.                                  An empty book. An empty book is a lonely story.The great… Continue reading

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Old man wisdom.

Wisdom learned in a old man life A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime is hard to see beyond our own life.              Wisdom learned in an old man life. When we are born.Even the poorest… Continue reading

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Loveliest girl in Monterey. And a beautiful Elle king song.

The Loveliest girl in Monterey. The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading

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If I could turn back time, I would.

If I could turn back time, I would. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading

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We get what we deserve. And an outstanding song.

We get what we deserve… I wrote on the bar napkin, a name of a kind woman who is dead to me now. Once the Bacchus wine made lovers of us, we were… Continue reading

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Sacred memories.

1- The ray of the sun. Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face.… Continue reading

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