Monthly Archive: July, 2022

Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm..

Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading

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We didn’t know. I didn’t know.

We didn’t know… I didn’t know… — I called Sheena in Scotland in the Winter of 1980 and I told her. Beautiful Sheena, I miss you so and I am so sorry. She… Continue reading

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The drinking song..

Drinking song… Once I met Bukowski in California and he told me. Never truth a man, who never drinks.  I learn with old age. He was right. Drunk men or women will tell… Continue reading

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Cherry wine…

Cherry wine.. Once my life was better. I had yearly family reunions, kind voices to give me strength and I could accomplish anything. I didn’t know. Life is ever-changing. Today my folly, today… Continue reading

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The elixir…

The Elixir… She had the Bacchus wine a plenty. She had found a dark corner to drink away the world. She was pissed-off lady drinking alone. I watched her and she was praying… Continue reading

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A beautiful Tosha Hill song and One tin soldier…

One tin soldier… A prologue to a good life. We need sin, we need whiskey and we need kind women. I learn the rage of Hemingway and the sadness of Salinger and Kosinski.… Continue reading

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Redemption day..

Redemption day… There is redemption for men seeking the hell-kiss.  The hell-bound men are not seeking Jesus or the Devil. They have met both and they know. The gods are sleeping, they have… Continue reading

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No regret…

No regret… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Good people bless us with their time and friendship.                                      No regret… She was a Iron Mountain, Michigan girl.Eyes of golden brown, long legged and a robust… Continue reading

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I left a lady crying..

I left a lady crying A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A very old poem.                                      I left a lady crying… Lady true lay down alone in her large bed.Words of love left her upside… Continue reading

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Mystical places…

Mystical places A Poem by Coyote Poetry  First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.                                 Mystical places.. Many… Continue reading

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