Tag Archive: Online Writing

The dream surfer… and a beautiful Ayla Nereo song..

  The dream surfer… In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, the yearning heart seek… Continue reading

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Stripped to the bone…

Stripped to the bone… I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading

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I believed in love once…

I believed in forever once A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When a woman loved you. You are blessed.  I believe in forever once… I didn’t know, love could hurt so deeply. I didn’t know,… Continue reading

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Love didn’t break my heart. Life did….

Love didn’t break my heart. Life did. A Poem by Coyote Poetry All of us need the mercy of kndness…. He told the beautiful Gypsy girl near the Monterey bay. Love didn’t break my… Continue reading

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You can’t run from yourself…

You can’t run from yourself… I thought I had chameleon skin. My face could change with the weather, the continent. Once a blushing beauty told me. You are so handsome. Please show me… 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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Maybe yes, maybe no?

Maybe yes, maybe no?… I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early in the morning and writing till darkness, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was… Continue reading

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You are my Spring…

You are my Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The days of Spring are near  You are my Spring… You told me. I love you and I told you. I love you more. I… Continue reading

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We were young once…

 We were young once… “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading

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Robert Frost poetry and some short poems to be read…

“I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals and… Continue reading

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