Tag Archive: Poem

SOS and a beautiful Maria Daines song…

SOS.. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He write his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us and we forget to… Continue reading

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We become, who suppose to be…

We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry  Chapter one.                       We become, who we suppose to be. I befriended a… Continue reading

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Ain’t blue no-more…. Happy father’s day to everyone.

 Ain’t blue no-more… “Hey nonny no! Men are fools that wish to die. It not fine to dance and sing when the bells of death do ring— Unknown writer” “Fair is love, and… Continue reading

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Mercy, please… A beautiful Maria Daines sing.

Mercy, please… (My wish. Everyone does one gift of kindness. Share money, if you can. Share kind words and a smile. All of us need the mercy of kindness.) I told her, I… Continue reading

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Hemingway table…

Hemingway table… I found Hemingway table in Paris, in the Spring of 1978. I found Hemingway table in Monterey, California in 1992. I searched Central and South America  for three years, seeking the… Continue reading

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Blessings..

Blessings… Today was a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly and the lake St. Clair was dancing upon the shore. The grandchildren are being sun-kissed by the sun and loving the coolness… Continue reading

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We must be, like the river…

We must be, like a river… (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.” —-John Dryden) I told the… Continue reading

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The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song…

The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty lady glided across the room to me. Her eyes inflamed with the hunger for a dance, sweets words and some kisses. I told her. Dear… Continue reading

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Jazzy Saturday poetry…

Jazzy Saturday poetry.. 1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love those eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body… Continue reading

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We will accept less and forget who we were…

We will accept less and forget who we were… Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed the kindness… Continue reading

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