Monthly Archive: April, 2020

Barefoot dreams…

Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and kind friends make distance places sweet dreams in old age.      Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading

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Bishop Briggs songs and some words.

 Dead man arms Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading

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Hemingway’s whiskey…

Hemingway’s whiskey     Hemingway saw war, he loved, he drank and he danced with the pretty gals throughout the four corners of my world. I tried to follow his path, to seek… Continue reading

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The word man…

The word man   Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California.  I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word… Continue reading

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Poem: Serendipity – 21/04/20

Originally posted on Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose:
Serendipity flows like loose ivy along the plains, like a parched river it snakes here and there, selectively it makes its journey, though from…

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This is the most fun way to make your life awesome (pandemic edition)

Positive words and thoughts shared. Mihran Kalaydjian's Official Blog It was 1962, the girls wouldn’t stop laughing and nobody knew why. And even stranger, the laughter was spreading. Like a virus. This was… Continue reading

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The crazy ones…

The crazy ones   Beautiful lady can make me laugh when she dances to her own song. She is my crazy one. My wildflower who knows open roads  and can make the sad… Continue reading

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Nick Cave and P.J Harvey- Monday song. Some words.

Maybe, maybe not     Maybe, maybe not she whispered. We watched the sea and I journeyed into her eyes. She told me. When you open locked doors, spread the legs wide. Are… Continue reading

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Longing, belonging and our secrets…

  Longing, belonging and our secrets Lover, lover, lover. Once we loved the long nights, once the wine tasted sweeter. Now our longing, belonging and our secrets, are bloody finger prints on a over-painted… Continue reading

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Empty spaces…

Empty spaces A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem of question.                                    Empty spaces The world is quiet.… Continue reading

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