Tag Archive: Writing

Summer of 42…

Summer of 42… I told the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor. You are my Summer blessing and my sweetest dreams. She asked me. Can we watch the Summer of 42 and Love story… Continue reading

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Wantonness soul.. And a amazing Emily Dickinson poem.

Wantonness heart.. (Once I sought death and I found death whispers. Death whispered told me. Not your time yet. You haven’t done enough.) Wantonness soul… Once wantonness man sought the long river, once wantonness… Continue reading

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A Poet’s love..

“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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Please hold my hands..

Please hold my hands… I will follow you. Will you follow me? He told his ghost-love in 2018. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the Monterey… Continue reading

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Never talk to strangers..

Never talk to a stranger.. The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “Fifth street”.  Low music and people seeking conversation. Pretty lady sat with me and she ordered a double shot of… Continue reading

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Poetry for dear Cheryl..

Poetry for dear Cheryl.. 1- We were leftover people and we became so damn lost. We sought each other to seek and know comfort and we didn’t know. We forgot kindness, we became… 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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Jazzy Wednesday. Old love…

Old love… She  called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading

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Just a Black Velvet lullaby..

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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A whiskey and a glass of water…

A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading

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