Tag Archive: Writing

Old love…

Slow dance…. Good Jazz, the good drink and drowning in the old memories. My old love dancing alone to the saddest Jazz and I told my whiskey. Pretty lady, I remember us. I… Continue reading

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The loveliest girl in Monterey and a outstanding Bukowski poem.

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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Pretty words…

Pretty words.. Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told… Continue reading

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On the thread of a word..

On the thread of a word..       (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.)                             Bei Dao Just like a hurricane from hell.You twisted my world from a lonely existence to… Continue reading

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Walking with giants. Number two.

Walking with giants. Number two.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  May poetry number six. I was writing poetry in my dreams. I hope you enjoy.  Walking with giants. Number two… I am sixty-three years… Continue reading

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She had Angels wings upon her back..

She had Angels wings upon her back…… Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading

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The Fall sweet honey..

The Fall sweet honey A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe days of Fall. Days for our life to slow down a-bit.” Fall sweet honey… Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh… 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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The fingerprints and a amazing song by Leonard Cohen.

The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading

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The poet and the naked lady.. And a amazing video.

The poet and the naked lady… I fell in love with a long legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and my eyes. I ate… Continue reading

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