Monthly Archive: December, 2018

Once upon a time (New story)

Once upon a time   A lone man is waiting for a friend. It is a hot Summer day in late June 2018. He is sitting by the lake at Stoney Creek. He… Continue reading

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Solitude

Originally posted on the Hydrogen Jukebox :
? Solitude is a bridge. I clutch the railing and can see a panorama of worlds— the ancient child the youthful vigilante the compliant adult the manifested—…

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Poetry for love

Short poetry for love ——————————– Secret love   We had only minutes and hours together. We wanted everything and we wanted nothing. I remember how your eyes tempted me. They danced like the… Continue reading

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She kissed me once.

(She kissed me once and once only A Poem by Coyote Poetry I read the great Writer Jack London again. Gave me some positive motivation. You must read “When God laugh.”) She kissed… Continue reading

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Rivulet

Originally posted on Present Tense in Europe:
Slow and steady she flowed Clear and less, Sometimes with green moss. When hot summer burned her, She stopped flowing, Unable to move further, Got herself…

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“Landscape”

Landscape Forget me not and please remember me always. I remember you. You were perfect valleys and you were like the free mountains of the California desert. Your body, perfect landscape to discover… Continue reading

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Please tell me a story

Please tell me a story   Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap… Continue reading

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Merry Christmas everyone and a poem.

(Echos of voices A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.)   Echos of voices   Christmas is near. Kids are filled with excitement and I’m looking at old photos of my youth. I… Continue reading

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‘The cursed lullaby’

The cursed lullaby   Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the… Continue reading

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Free bird

Free bird   I sang a old lullaby to the Lake St. Clair.   “Johnnie, Johnnie. Where you been? Where are you going?   Once free man, his face had change. Maybe the… Continue reading

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