Category Archive: life

I overlooked the orchid

(Some poetry written over sixty years ago by a unknown poet. Please read and enjoy the words. )   I overlooked the orchid   I overlooked the orchid while searching for a rose.… Continue reading

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Do the fallen remember?…

  Do the fallen remember? I remember my father, held on to the rum and he held on to the memories of the Korean war blood. I would stay-up with him and I… Continue reading

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We danced for the stars

  We can dance for the stars   Was a Texas hot Summer night and you wore your black dress and dancing shoes.  I was drinking the Long Island teas since 6 pm… Continue reading

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Hide and seek..

    Hide and seek     Once we were brave, once we were unafraid of the ending, once we loved the beginning. I found you bare and alone, laying in a shallow… Continue reading

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40 cents more…

  40 cents more ———————————————————————————————- I called Scotland at 10 pm, hoping for a proper goodbye. Beautiful Sheena answered her telephone and she  told me, Johnnie, I forgave you, we held love for… Continue reading

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The Chelsea hotel…

The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading

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I want to see you again…

I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good days become sweet dreams with time.                   I want to see you again. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of… Continue reading

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The Gypsy dance…

The Gypsy dance   Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen well, can hear the strong voices and song of the Gypsies. They gather in the Winter to celebrate life… Continue reading

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Bad, bad woman

Bad, bad woman She was the finest lady at the Stray cat Inn. She was wearing her tight black dress showing off her strong legs and robust breasts. Her beautiful face was seeking… Continue reading

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The lazy days

The Lazy days     I love our lazy days, no place to go, no place to be. The barefoot days, the beach days. Where we walk the beach at 5 am, drink… Continue reading

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