Monthly Archive: June, 2020

The pureness of my reflection…

The pureness of my reflection   Once we had the moon, the sun and the free road. You were my footprints into wild waters and secret places upon mountain where the clouds danced… Continue reading

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Tender loving care- Michigan poetry

Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward.                                      Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college… Continue reading

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Humble and kind..

Humble and kind The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life and he knew. He knows too… Continue reading

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Dear Michigan…

Dear Michigan   —- Treasure memories     Dark taverns, strong drink and I’m thinking of you. Pretty Austin, Texas girl with strawberry red hair sitting near me. She smelled like you. She… Continue reading

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Heart on fire..

  Heart on fire     My faithful heart had learn once again. Love was near and so damn sweet.   Once we held a captive love where we knew sweet kisses and… Continue reading

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Gypsy heart…

   Gypsy heart Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a prison… Continue reading

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Samantha Fish song- Dead flowers

Dead flowers   (Some short poetry) —- Please don’t talk no-more   Pretty lady crying and she whispered to her banished lover. Please speak no-more. Your words had turned worthless and meaningless. Your… Continue reading

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The Pacific

Poetry for the Pacific 1—–I love to hear the orchestra of the Pacific ocean.. The choir of the moving water, the hymn of the crashing waves and if we listen, maybe we can hear… Continue reading

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Nothing left to lose…

Never left to lose     I lay in the silence of deadening silence. All dreams dead and buried when you left me alone. You were my savior and my killer. I remember… Continue reading

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Love story

Love story You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often dear lover.… Continue reading

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