Tag Archive: Travel

Paris, London, Basel or Barcelona..

Paris, London, Basel or  Barcelona…. We were wanderlust, whiskey kisses and sleeping till noon. We loved clotheless mornings and afternoon meals. We loved loud music and we loved the sea. I would tell… Continue reading

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Dear Florence..

I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading

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Dear Monterey..

Dear Monterey.. The kind Gods took me from war to you dear Monterey. I joined wars to try to die the proper death. Suicide, I couldn’t do. War didn’t want my death. The… Continue reading

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I am still alive..

I am still alive.. She told me, soldier, bleed no-more. What is done, is done. Like a Hemingway story. Twisted roads lead to our proper place. I looked at the dark eyes Gypsy… Continue reading

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I love you..

“I TOLD MY CHILDREN-LIVE A HEMINGWAY LIFE” Je t’aime Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart.… Continue reading

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A New Orleans lullaby..

A New Orleans lullaby… I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading

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Stand for the right things..

Stand for the right things.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Quiet, peace, solitude and loneliness. Places and traces of what we were and are.  Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of… Continue reading

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The sea..

The sea.. Once forgotten man sat alone by the sea,he listened to her and she whispered to him. Women are crazy,misery loved company,good drink make us see with realistic view andthe sea never… Continue reading

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Sweet red wine..

Sweet red wine.. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late summer day.The youth of  the city of Boeblingen surrounded the lake drinking the wine… Continue reading

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My home is Northern Michigan.

My home is Northern Michigan.. I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good friend. We were not young, we were serving in the Army. 25… Continue reading

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