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Hello, I love you…. Hello dear stranger, you came into my dream last night. I fell at your feet, kissed your hands and I told you. I love you my celestial beauty. I… Continue reading
Hello, I love you…. Hello dear stranger, you came into my dream last night. I fell at your feet, kissed your hands and I told you. I love you my celestial beauty. I… Continue reading
The Pacific ocean.. The half-drunk poet told the pretty gal in the Irish tavern in Austin, Texas. I had a sweet love once and she is waiting for me still. She made me… Continue reading
Life didn’t break my heart. Love did. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make us learn. We love someone more than ourselves. … Continue reading
Steal a memory, borrow a memory… A Poem by Coyote Poetry In life. A good life, we gather many memories. We shall need later.” The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn… Continue reading
What is poetry? I was asked. What is poetry? I told her, poetry is everything. Poetry is the description of the first kiss, the first dance. Poetry suppose make us laugh out loud,… Continue reading
Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading
Summer of 42… (April poetry number twenty.) I told the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor. You are my Summer blessing and my sweetest dreams. She asked me. Can we watch the Summer of… Continue reading
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars for the crying night moon… Once a beautiful woman believed love was grand, the kisses would become sweeter and love would save her. She would find me… Continue reading
Lost in the abyss of you…. Can sleeping men sleep find peace? My mind wandered to far away places to when I was brave. My youthful heart believed in love, I believe I… Continue reading
The mystic dancer… Was a perfect day, Lake St. Clair was dancing and the sun, sun-kissed my face. The grandchildren were enjoying the water and I sat reading my Jack London’s book “When… Continue reading