Tag Archive: Writing

The Texas two-step.

The Texas two-step. She was a tall, long legged Texas girl.  She gave me a coy smile.Somehow, I caught her attention. I knew, a pursued man are just cattlewaiting to be slaughter. She… Continue reading

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Blushing beauty stole my heart. And a beautiful Sunday Girl song.

Blushing beauty had stolen my heart. The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen, and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces… Continue reading

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Wanderlust and a beautiful Miriam Baghdassarian song.

Wanderlust… —                         Damn those eyes.. Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous… Continue reading

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Passing through.

Passing through. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading

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Miss nothing, miss everything.

Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love, and we collided like freight trains unstoppable. We painted our world white once. Allowed secret pain and… Continue reading

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Ancient floors.

Ancient floors. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading

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The Nightingale song.

The Nightingale song. The Ojibwa grandfather volunteered to watch the five grandchildren and he took them to the big water. He told them if you listen well, you can hear the nightingale songs… Continue reading

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A safe harbor. And an amazing Harry Chapin song.

A safe harbor. I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading

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Like father.

Like Father… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Do we become our parent? Do we follow their footsteps.                               Like father. My father, like most men. He learned to hide is sadness and disappointment. He… Continue reading

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Jenny wrote.

Jenny wrote. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Words can be magic, can be visions of beauty and can make us dream.                                     Jenny wrote. Painted words are what the writer understands. Wisp and grasps… Continue reading

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