Tag Archive: Online Writing

Run with the wind and dance with the sea..

Run with the wind and dance with the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When life make us sad. Need to find reason and purpose.                       Run with the wind and dance with the… Continue reading

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In Monterey..

In Monterey A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can try to escape. Sooner or later the memory will catch up with us.          In Monterey.. I called you to tell you I was all… Continue reading

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Big Sur a-dreaming..

Big Sur a-dreaming. A un-mark road with a small sign will lead you to a hidden beach on Highway 2. A small path will lead you to paradise. A beach not safe for swimming.… Continue reading

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Stitches.. and a Leonard Cohen song. “Fingerprints.”

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Black as the night. Part three.

 Black as the night.. I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you talk so… Continue reading

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The threads of life. Fate and destiny..

The threads of life. Fate and destiny… Old man whispered. Behold a man who didn’t believe in the goddesses of the thread of life.Us foolish men believe we rule the world. The goddess… Continue reading

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Sweet whispers..

Sweet whispers.. The voice  of leonard Cohen singing in the background. I read  words from a beautiful woman.Sweet offering of love and emotion. I know women are  gifts to a wise man.Passionate  kisses… Continue reading

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Sad brown eyes..

Sad brown eyes.. A brown eye angel is crying in our bedroom for me. In a turmoil of a kind love. A paradise of burning emotion. You can create a strange prison. I… Continue reading

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My heart still can cry a tear..

My heart still can a tear. (One of first of my poetry published somewhere. 1980.) A tear of loneliness.A loneliness of losing you completely. I could of survive without your kiss. But never… Continue reading

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Jazzy Friday night. 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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