Daily Archive: April 30, 2022

We be become, who we supposed to be..

 We become, who we supposed to be…. Chapter one.. I befriended a 30-30 once. I cleaned her five-time daily and I drank the Johnnie Walker whiskey. I wrote dead-man poetry and I didn’t… Continue reading

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Bukowski verbal poetry and a poem.

The loveliest girl in Monterey… The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading

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Slow dance….

Slow dance…. Good Jazz, the good drink and drowning in the old memories. My old love dancing alone to the saddest Jazz and I told my whiskey. Pretty lady, I remember us. I… Continue reading

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It’s okay….

It’s okay. (April poetry number twenty-nine.) Last day of April, my friend. My Michigan feeling the Spring warm day kiss finally. I am listening to beautiful Nightbirde songs and the grandchildren still sleeping.… Continue reading

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The Coyote and the Raven dance…

The Coyote and Raven dance… The coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading

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Nightbirde, Jane Marczweski. We miss you.

It’s okay A Poem by Coyote Poetry  For Jane Marczweski , Nightbirde  “You can’t wait until life isn’t hard anymore until you decide to be happy.” Nightbirde “There are a lot of people who want… Continue reading

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Phil Ochs- A man of peace.

Thank you for visiting. Phil Ochs. He sang anti war song. He killed himself in April 1976. I believe, he should be remembered. Coyote

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Phil Ochs song and a poem. We don’t want to fight no-more…

We don’t want to fight no-more….. Once brave boy believed war would save our world. The brave boy became a man. He fought for a Government who would forget him after the battles… Continue reading

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The twisted dance of love…

The twisted dance of love…                      (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the night of the Germany December.I feel the heat of tender flesh and I look into your blue eyes.They shine… Continue reading

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Fallen Angels…

 Fallen Angels… In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and missed faces. I joined the club at a young age. Bad decisions, dead brothers and… Continue reading

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