Tag Archive: Online Writing

A July memory..

A July night memory.. Once upon a time, dear Mary. I held you. Your nude body against my body and I remember the softness of your brown eyes. We were wild horses and… Continue reading

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I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.

I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends and they would find the sea. They… Continue reading

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The Texas-two-step. Some mini-poetry.

The Texas two-step.. 1- A pretty gal asked me to dance in Belton, Texas. I asked her. Are you a college gal? She smiled and she told me. I am thirteen and I… Continue reading

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We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more..

We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  My muse is alive today.  We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more..  Beautiful poet came to me and she whispered.… Continue reading

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Disease..

Disease.. Two strangers sat together.Discussing things that didn’t matter.   The woman looked at the man.Told him.“I was once a beauty once.Men begged for my attention.”  He whispered.“Beauty is one less burden you… Continue reading

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Bloody anger..

(Johnnie and baby Beulah in 1998) Bloody anger A Poem by Coyote PoetryNegative words and anger lead to dead-ends and separations. A wise man is quiet when anger control his mind. Bloody anger.. Sometime I… Continue reading

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My grandmother hope and wishes..

(My grandparent in 1979 in Detroit.) A Poem by Coyote PoetryI lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to… Continue reading

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My November song.. And a amazing Leonard Cohen song.

My November song.. I told the Winter sky, I am in the November of my life. I asked the Lake St. Clair, did I do enough? I slowly built my mini-rock garden of… Continue reading

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Please remember who you were..

Please remember who you were… I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading

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