Tag Archive: Online Writing

We are, what we leave behind.

We are, what we leave behind. I remember the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She was an Ojibwa woman who lost everything and she kept her human emotions of kindness and… Continue reading

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Drinking in the night, drinking in the day. And an amazing song by Elise LeGrow.

Drinking in the night, drinking in the mornings… Some mini-poetry. 1-  I love the April rain, I love the smell of April. Life seems to come alive  and I awake from my Winter… Continue reading

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Morning glory.

Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty nearby.                                 Morning glory. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading

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Needing and bleeding.

Needing and bleeding A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love teaches us many things. Mainly hold on tight and be kind.                                       Needing and bleeding. I have lived and died in your arms. You were… Continue reading

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Brick, upon another brick.

Brick, upon another brick. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learns… Continue reading

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The lilac wine.

The lilac wine. 1- She told me, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. 2- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can… Continue reading

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Love is a hammer. And an outstanding song.

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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Just a dance in the clouds my dear lover.

Just a dance in the clouds my dear lover. Once I knew wanderlust, I wanted to swim in the seven seas, I wanted to find sacred places in our world, I wanted to dance… Continue reading

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The parable of the flower and the lovelorn man.

The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man. She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas.  I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading

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My beautiful Beatrice Marcella.

My beautiful Beatrice Marcella. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The ocean is near, no place to be and a beautiful Italian girl. Paradise for the lucky in love and life.                                 My beautiful Beatrice… Continue reading

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