Tag Archive: Michigan

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why. I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. I… Continue reading

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My siren

My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.                      My Siren The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for… Continue reading

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The damn road

The damn road A Poem by Coyote Poetry The road can tempt a man to escape even in the heat of paradise. The damn road   It was a  cold winter day in… Continue reading

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Please don’t forget me.

                                  A young writer on Writer’s Cafe had left us. She taught us to respect and enjoy the word. Her name is Jade Innes.  A new Angel is in heaven. I hope she… Continue reading

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Anything goes.

Anything goes. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Days of your roaming the Texas bars. Left me with some good memories. Highway 35 had many good places to rest. Warning This Poem is rated… Continue reading

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The coastline.

The Coastline A Poem by Coyote Poetry In January 1991, I drove from Michigan to California. I wrote this poem the day I saw the Ocean. T The Coastline.. I fell in love… Continue reading

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The Winter of life

                                                         The Winter of life The cold of the Michigan Winter. Bring back the sweet memories again. Wishing for better days. Feeling the sun. Hot days. Peace.… Continue reading

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In heaven and hell with one sweet kiss.

In heaven and hell in one sweet kiss. A Story by Coyote Poetry Disappointment in love are lessons to prepare us for true love.                      In heaven and hell with one sweet kiss.… Continue reading

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The damn road.

The damn road   A cold winter day in late December.  We lay together sharing sweet kisses.  Your beautiful young body pressing against me so tightly. I can hear your heart beating.  I… Continue reading

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The Gypsy dance.

The Gypsy dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be celebrated. Love is to make feel alive. Pain teaches us we have lived. The Gypsy dance Late at night on the… Continue reading

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