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Ann Arbor..

The drunken poet drank his Jack Daniel and cold tap beer in the Michigan tavern. A young man sat with him and ordered a double of whiskey and lowered his head down and… Continue reading

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Let’s drink and pray for more..

Let’s drink and pray for more..  Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor,barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin.Her wild eyes searched for what she needed. I… Continue reading

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The prettiest gal in my town..

The prettiest gal in my town A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words for a pretty memory. The prettiest gal in my town… She wore her Summer dresses year around. She loved the Monterey weather… Continue reading

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Dream a little dream..

Dream a little dream… The Dark Poet didn’t want to see the  light. The pretty Poet demanded attention and answer. She told him,  all of us need to dream a little dream. He… Continue reading

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Why do we write story and poetry?

Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends,is a sacred incarnation of a smile.Poetry is a sigh… Continue reading

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Katie wrote..

Katie wrote.. Painted words are what the writer understand. Wisp and grasps of sweet dreams are the last myth of emotions for love and words. Dead writer in the Winter of his life.… Continue reading

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Monterey..

Monterey The letters.. Dear BethI roamed your Facebook site. You are still so beautiful. I told you  I was okay. I don’t like to publish to the world. I’m tire, so damn tire. … Continue reading

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The sea, the wishes..

The sea, the wishes.. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading

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The lost and found..

The lost and found.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When love is misplaced. hard to find again.                       The lost and found… I loved the Monterey  nights.  I would walk from Fort Ord, California… Continue reading

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Man-up, lady up..

Man-up, lady-up.. My daddy told me often. Man-up Johnnie, Life is hard and you must be harder. Life will toss you shit, you must turn the shit in self-motivation and hard-drive to better… Continue reading

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