Tag Archive: Relationships

Too old to die young..

Almost 66 years old,lived in many places and had many lives.Old man looking back at me in the mirror.I whispered.Too old to die young.———————————————————————————————– Once I knew the energy of youth,once I told… Continue reading

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Beatrice Marcella..

Beatrice Marcella.. I found a twenty-five year old storage bag. Filled with old photos and old letters. I went through them, one by one. Each photo showed me a stranger, who lived and… Continue reading

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Three short poems about love..

Three short poems about love                                       1- Open doors Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wild flowers.Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights.We are just flesh… Continue reading

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Daybreak confession to the sea…

Daybreak confession to the Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry  In a life we must add up what we have done. Re-set our journey and begin again.    Daybreak confession to the Sea.. I… Continue reading

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The elixir..

The Elixir… She had the Bacchus wine a plenty. She had found a dark corner to drink away the world. She was pissed-off lady drinking alone. I watched her and she was praying… Continue reading

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Ain’t blue no-more..

Ain’t blue no-more.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry                        Ain’t blue no-more… “Hey nonny no! Men are fools that wish to die. It not… Continue reading

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Just a Black Velvet lullaby.. And a beautiful Maria Daines song.

Just a Black Velvet lullaby… I wrote to a old journal in a Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet don’t cry, he just write some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading

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The sea, the wishes.. And a beautiful Tosha Hill song.

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 word man..

Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California.  I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… Continue reading

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Her beauty has not blinded me…

Her beauty has not  blinded me.. She roamed like a old tom cat.Wearing her black clothing like a mask. She tied her hair up into a tight knot.  She don’t look boyish. Her… Continue reading

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