Tag Archive: Writing

Please remember who you were..

Please remember who you were… I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading

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Dear Andrea..

Dear Andrea… I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by,old wounds don’t hurt so badly.Old sorrow… 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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Just a slow dance and a beautiful Ana Popovic song.

Just a slow dance.. Once upon a blue moon, the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor loved me. I told the polite bartender. She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You come here almost every night… Continue reading

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When I am done…

When I am done.. I became the old man who waiting for no-one. Once I wanted everything and now. I need little. I wonder where do the old soldiers go? When they are… Continue reading

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I try to remember..

I try to remember A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014                          I try to remember.. I tried to remember the curves of your body.  Us blindfolded … Continue reading

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The poet wisp..

The poet wisp… The pretty Texas gal asked me. You are here every Friday and Saturday morning by the Austin River sitting alone. Reading your books and writing into your journal. You read… Continue reading

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The lost generation.. The French mother. Chapter four.

Pryde caressed his face till he finally was in a sound sleep. She saw the small small back-pack. She went to the small back-pack. She opened up the back-pact. She saw two books.… 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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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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