Tag Archive: life

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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The hanging tree. And a beautiful Rachel Zegler song.

The hanging tree. In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading

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Don’t allow the world to make you beg.

Don’t allow the world to make you beg. Can we be imprison by lies? Can we be locked away and forgotten? Don’t allow the liars into your mind, don’t allow the naysayers to… Continue reading

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