I hate you/ I love you.
I hate you / I love you. I try to escape you. I try to flee your memory. I repeat secret words in hidden places in my mind. I hate you; I love… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Michigan
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The sparkle in your eyes.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Old memories and places.” The sparkles in your eyes. I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could light up the world around you. I remember how badly… Continue reading
The Lakeside boardwalk.
The lakeside boardwalk. The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel… Continue reading
I need a wild gal.
I want a wild gal. She wore her Sunday best and the smile of a angel. I told her, all we have is a Winter day and 10 inches of snow. She asked… Continue reading
My due reward.
My due reward. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My due reward. Once the kindest girl in Michigan told me. Please don’t die. You love your damn wars, maybe if you loved me more, you… Continue reading
A Michigan sky above us.
1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kisses, we did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely miracle, never forgotten. 2-… Continue reading
Dear Michigan.
I, once I ran from you and now I have found you again.You were once, my Michigan wish and dream.We danced in a un-holy love,hiding real face and our words. Hidden away and… Continue reading
She told me by the Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me.
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading
The Lake Huron song.
The Lake Huron song. Closed wounds can bleed again, no healing for true love lost. You and I, we were Summer wine and Lake Huron late night swim. You were the prettiest girl… Continue reading
The loveliest girl in Michigan.
Loveliest girl in Michigan. Old soldier drinking alone in Port Austin, Michigan and he knew. He had learn too late. Love is fleeing moments that cannot be caught. He know now. Love can… Continue reading