Monthly Archive: June, 2018

‘My ambrosia’

My Ambrosia Exposed legs, open bottle of wine and the dust of the day is a-coming. You have waited for me. You sat near the window and swam in deep thoughts. I wondered… Continue reading

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Saving Amber- part three

Saving Amber- part three A Chapter by Coyote Poetry New chapter Saving Amber- part three   Amber told Coyote her story and she described her dreams. Even as a child, the monsters haunted… Continue reading

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Cocoa beach

  Cocoa beach   I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend.”  … Continue reading

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One more time’

One more time   Should I stay or should I go? Should we create a fire, we cannot put out. I whispered sweet baby, just one more time. Just one more kiss and… Continue reading

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Saving Amber- new tale- part one and two

Saving Amber Coyote and his baby coyotes were looking for a monster. His friend Amber been having dreams she was being chased by a demon. She thought he was Pennywise. I knew Pennywise… Continue reading

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‘The song of the living’

  The song of the living   The song of the living, the song of the dead   Songs sung to celebrate life and death.   I knew a Scotland beauty. She was… Continue reading

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With Reservation

“Words do not pay for my dead people.” Shall we talk about it awhile while we travel the miles of defiled land slaughtered animals murdered people that lead to a place you will…

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COLLAGE OF RHYMES I: GOLD

Originally posted on Or_di_Neri:
Pictures speak when words fail… This heart that bled This heart that melts This heart of stone This heart of gold We cry We laugh We tear…

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Port Austin

Port Austin Port Austin, in the thumb of Michigan. Touched by Lake Huron. A gathering for the people who love the lakes and the privacy of the small city and the kind people.… Continue reading

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Saving Amber- part one

Saving Amber   Coyote and his baby coyotes were looking for a monster. His friend Amber been having dreams she was being chased by a demon. She thought he was Pennywise. I knew… Continue reading

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