Tag Archive: Writing

Love is blue.. And a amazing song.

Love is blue.. 1- You are. As pretty as a perfect painting and I adore your sacred shores. The moon is above us, lighting the night and my feet are touching the Summer… Continue reading

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When the sun kisses the moon..

“You taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading

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A poet’s love is forever.. And a beautiful Lorde song.

“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.”Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike  Everett“If a writer loves… Continue reading

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Resemble love..

Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  True love is rare and hard to find.                           Resembled love Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink.I was weary… Continue reading

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The human touch..

The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show… Continue reading

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The loveliest girl in Monterey and beautiful Elle King songs.

The Loveliest girl in Monterey.. The loveliest gal in Monterey… she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading

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Payment due..

Payment due.. The year 1991, late Winter. I finished my training at Fort Lee, Virginia. I received my orders, orders issued, sending me direct to Iraq. I took the long way home to… Continue reading

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The last chance motel..

The last chance motel… Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the long highways,… Continue reading

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I had a immortal love once..

I had a immortal love once… I told the whiskey glass. The worst sin done, is something we wanted to do and we didn’t do. Most of us learn too late. Words can… Continue reading

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The pretty flower near the sea..

The pretty flower near the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  For a Monterey, Ca. friend.  The pretty flower near the sea… I was station at Fort Ord for three years from December 1991… Continue reading

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