Tag Archive: Writing

Happy Valentine Day. Love words.

Love words. Do we remember love? The pretty poet asked. I told her. When we are young, the allure of love, make us believe in a sweet miracle. We are infatuate with the… Continue reading

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Write, write and write some more.

Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?”                             … Continue reading

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Contained love.

Contained love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  If we forget the people we held precious. We can lose them forever.     Contained love. She had a heart of gold once. She held patience near… Continue reading

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Seconds in time.

Seconds in time… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  What would we say to the people who were kind and generous to you? To be able to say goodbye to the loves one’s who died… Continue reading

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Black laced pen.

Blood laced pen. Fight or flee? Love or hate? Stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading

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The white wolf and the raven.

The white wolf and raven dance. 1- Nocturnal life she wanted. But the raven befriended the quiet white wolf. She wanted quiet, she tried to forget. The screams of the dead. They murdered… Continue reading

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Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor.

Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor. I am drinking alone beautiful Jenny. Somehow, I forgot where Ann Arbor was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every… Continue reading

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Scars, we do have.

Scars, we do have. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading

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Life is sweet, death is sweeter.

Life is sweet, death is sweeter. (When you lose your brothers to suicide. So many questions shall never be answered.) Child with your eye closed to living. How can I bring hope and… Continue reading

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My North Dakota hurricane.

My North Dakota hurricane. Beneath the midnight Monterey moon, we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific. We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night.… Continue reading

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