Tag Archive: life

The easy days and the good days..

The easy days and the good days.. On a cold days in the the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote your name in the snow.Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer. I love you.I left… Continue reading

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The beautiful girl..

The beautiful girl.. She danced a circle dance for the moon and the stars,her hair flowed freely in the warm nightly breeze.I told the kind moon, thank you for sending me the gift… Continue reading

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Open the door dear lover. Texas poetry.

Open the door my dear lover… I told the bartender at the Downtown Austin tavern, I was born sick. My mind twisted and wrong. I was born poor and now I have enough.… Continue reading

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Dark Interludes. A story.

Dark Interludes.. Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us.  A old friend of many years send me a letter with kind words of love at a desperate time in my life.  I was… Continue reading

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The wisp/ the kiss, the memories. Jest of love.

The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of love A Chapter by Coyote PoetryThird and last chapter.                    The wisp/ the kiss, the memory. Jest of… Continue reading

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Never more, evermore or nothing more..

Never more, evermore or nothing more…. She told me, please take of the mask. You may not like what you see. You have learned to love the darkness, please look closer, look closer… Continue reading

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The Fall sweet honey..

The Fall sweet honey A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe days of Fall. Days for our life to slow down a-bit.” Fall sweet honey… Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh… Continue reading

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Steal a memory, borrow a memory.. And a beautiful Sophie Zelmani song.

Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn to adore old memories. The fortune of youth become eloquence words on a sheet of paper. We… Continue reading

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A song of forever…

A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading

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Please hold my hands..

Please hold my hands… I will follow you. Will you follow me? He told his ghost-love in 2018. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the Monterey… Continue reading

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