Tag Archive: Online Writing

We didn’t know… I didn’t know…

We didn’t know… I didn’t know… — I called Sheena in Scotland in the Winter of 1980 and I told her. Beautiful Sheena, I miss you so and I am so sorry. She… Continue reading →

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Midnight rendezvous…

 Midnight rendezvous…    Kind woman are gifts to wise men. A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is morewonderful then to see a thousand artistic painting.”  My old heart and… Continue reading →

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Let it be…

Let it be… Old man sitting alone.                Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove.                You can see the Pacific ocean forever.                Miles of the beautiful and powerful sea.                He write words… Continue reading →

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The madness train….

The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late.      The  Madness train…             I’m twisted up.            Hogties to bullshit.             I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading →

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Love and hate…

 Love and hate… Sitting by the Monterey bay alone.Thinking about a missed woman.I made a wish.It wasn’t the first star,but I made the wish anyway. Stars so very bright, so many I can’t… Continue reading →

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My dearest love, where did you go?

“For April, poetry month number three..” My dearest love, where did you go? One I found you and you found me. We loved Monterey and we were sea-dancers. We drank the tequila by… Continue reading →

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Beautiful Scottish eyes…

Beautiful Scottish eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry  For April, the poetry month number two…  Beautiful Scottish eyes… Once I found the prettiest girl in the world. I fell into her eyes and she… Continue reading →

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Secret life…

 Secret life… I was your boss and teacher once. We shared hours in a locked building. I adored your long legs and auburn hair. Your perfect body unable to be hidden, made me… Continue reading →

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You are me and I’m you…

You are me and I’m you People who see only color, race and religion. Are truly blind.Don’t you cry for the sick child.Don’t you hold the mother or father who lost a son… Continue reading →

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Lazy Sundays…

Lazy Sundays… Old poet told the young writer, we need more lazy Sundays, less busy Mondays. We need to find the sea, need to find the great lakes, we need to free-climb the… Continue reading →

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