Daily Archive: November 7, 2021

Time’s Dance

Originally posted on The Homeless Poet:
Time Dances Creating Destroying Meditate now The passion is Gone

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Last chance saloon…

 Last chance saloon… I was the Monday night closer manager at the Purgatory Inn. I was counting the money and a pretty lady was waiting for me. I watched her roll her cigarette… Continue reading

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Johnny Cash Sunday. —She used to love me a lot.

She used to love me a lot… I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading

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To a bird named Charlie

Please read the amazing words.

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Poetry: Honey

Originally posted on MarieAthena & Co:
For a lovely lass whom I loved very much x She tastes like honey and moonlight And in the starshine she flew free Silver in sultry delight…

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Secret love and hidden want….

Secret love and hidden want… Fiery eyes woman watched the Poet read his words at the Poetry reading at the Monterey coffee house.Her sweet voice like sweet honeys asked him as he sat… Continue reading

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Just meat and tales of kisses…

Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote PoetryQuotes from Jack London book “When God laughs” “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It was once… Continue reading

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My soul is filled with poison of the world

Originally posted on Politically Poetic:
My soul is filled with poison of the world I can’t live among you people Life has become as complex as crosswords I hear bells from wicked steeples.…

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Unrequited Bliss

Originally posted on Politically Poetic:
You are an illusion. Nothing but illusion. Ignite each cell inside of me; A single thought about you – like music Soothes my soul as freshly brewed chamomile…

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