Tag Archive: Michigan

Tender loving care…

Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Real love is given without the desire of reward.                                       Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college… Continue reading

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We will accept less and forget who we were…

We will accept less and forget who we were… Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed the kindness… Continue reading

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A Michigan Summer sky- some short poetry.

Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. ————————————————— I told… Continue reading

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What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer. Part six.

What is wrong, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer… Part six… “Making love… Did we make love, did we seek the place of mercy? Did I love you enough? Were we running to each… Continue reading

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What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer.. Part four.

What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer.. Part four I awoke alone in the bed. I heard Jennifer and her baby in the shower. She left the bathroom door open and I… Continue reading

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The echoes of yesterday…

The echoes of yesterdays… (April poetry number twelve.) Drinking alone in a Monterey tavern in April,1992. I was trying to hide from a memory and I saw the saddest face man looking back… Continue reading

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Tender loving care…

Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Real love is given without the desire of reward.                                       Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college… Continue reading

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Michigan….

Michigan… Promises made and promises broken. Left me where I started. I left you in Michigan trying to find the place where I could feel alive. I found wars, new cities and drank… Continue reading

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My eyes adored you…

My eyes adored you… I learn we are made of places and pieces. We are a puzzle being built slowly by time and memories. Old men think too much and the what if?… Continue reading

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Love is like a hammer…

Love is like a hammer… I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading

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