Tag Archive: Online Writing

Pieces of April…

Pieces of April…. My dreamland beauty, she comes to my mind in early April. The cold of Winter almost gone  and I remember our Spring time kisses, our Spring time dances with Lake… Continue reading

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My Hemingway wish…

My Hemingway wish.. After World War one. Many great writers gathered in the city of light, dear Paris. She was a place where artist, poets and writers painted their wonders, wrote their words.… Continue reading

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Almost October…

Dear October Almost October. My old friend. Cooler day and the beauty of the change of color of the trees. Allow us. To slow down and ponder who we are, where we are… Continue reading

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Hanging with the amazing Tom Jones and some words.

I am growing old and I know now what life is. My grandfather told me often. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing. Better to hold silence than to create a unrepairable situation. ”… Continue reading

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T.L.C. No violence in love..

T.L.C. Tender loving care… No violence in love… (A old poem. Our world is no different. We must ensure the crazy people don’t have guns. We must ensure the dangerous people don’t have… Continue reading

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I could not ask for more… And a beautiful Alisa Fineman song.

I could not ask for more… I told my grandchildren, choose the road you love, dance, sing and be fearless. I learn many moons ago, I had enough and I told the rising… Continue reading

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Love behold, love be bold…

Love behold, love be bold A Poem by Coyote PoetryPoetry for the new book, The island.                                 Love behold, love… Continue reading

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Who am I now?

Who am I now? We are the same, we are different. I believe we want the same things and some of us want more and some of us want less. Some of  us… Continue reading

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My enchantress…

My enchantress. Letters to Marcella Beatrice. Letter number one. Dear Marcella Beatrice. I do miss you so and you broke my heart at the airport. I know you need your home, Florence and… Continue reading

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Maybe love? Or maybe just another lullaby to be written.

Maybe love? Or maybe just another lullaby to be written.. (We must make the good days last forever my friend.) She had suppliant breasts, a wide beautiful smile and strong pale legs. She… Continue reading

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