Tag Archive: Writing

She told me by the Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me.

She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading

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I was Doc Holliday, and you were my Mary Katherine.

I was Doc Holiday, and you were my Mary Katherine. “Doc Holliday prayer…I pray I die with a gun in my hand; I pray I die with a pretty Texas dancing gal holding me… 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. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the Monterey Bay and… Continue reading

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Scottish kisses.

Scottish kisses. It was 1978 and the long days of Summer were here. Early June, warm days, weekend activities and weekend adventures to discover new places. I found safety in the German taverns.… Continue reading

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Don’t explain dear lover.

Don’t explain dear lover… He waited for a miracle, and he wrote upon a blank sheet of paper. “I found a miracle; I have found you again. I told you yesterday. I want… Continue reading

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The lost and found.

The lost and found A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen love is misplaced. hard to find again.                      The lost and found…. I loved the Monterey nights.  I would walk from Fort Ord, California to… Continue reading

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Black as the night. Part three.

Black as the night.. I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart, and I know more than most. You smell like wildflowers in the early Spring, and you talk so sweet.… Continue reading

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The dance of the Gypsies.

The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love, song and dance, blood and the road.                                The dance of the Gypsies… I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes… Continue reading

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One more cup of coffee my dearest.

One more cup of coffee my dearest. He made two cups of coffee with a pinch of sugar and light cream. He watched dear Susi working in her garden and he adored her.… Continue reading

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Miss you, need you dear Michele.

Miss you, need you… I am drinking alone dear beautiful Michele. Somehow, I forgot where Texas was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every night for a… Continue reading

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