Tag Archive: life

Blood laced pen.

Blood laced pen. Fight or flee? love or hate? stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading

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A new Halloween tale. Lestat’s coffee shop conversation.

Lestat’s coffee shop conversation. Was a quiet San Diego night. I read my poetry at a poetry reading next to the Lestat’s coffee shop. I read an old poem. ” Bitter branches Old… Continue reading

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The human touch.

The human touch. A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show the… Continue reading

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The ashes and the fire.

The ashes and the fire… My dearest love, my serene memory. I remember us. We loved the midnight hours, locked door and to be 3 am wild and free. The German Winter made… Continue reading

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Truth or dare.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry Take no chances. Have no adventures.                                   Truth or dare. Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth or dare. I… Continue reading

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The midnight hours.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Great thoughts come to us in the midnight hour. Wishes for a sweet hello or some knowledge of the kind people in our life, If they are okay?                       … Continue reading

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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

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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

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When I am done.

When I am done. I became the old man who waiting for no-one. Once I wanted everything and now. I need little. I wonder where do the old soldiers go? When they are… Continue reading

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Vinegar and sweet wine.

Vinegar and sweet wine. Did I thank you my beautiful and sweet Brigitte?I’m leaving  on  plane very soon for my real home.You came back into my life to say goodbye.You are sitting between… Continue reading

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