Category Archive: love

The damn road…

The damn road…   It was a  cold Michigan winter day in late December. I awoke with my love. I kissed her face and lips and whisper “Good morning. “ Her beautiful young body… Continue reading

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Bacchus wine and beautiful ladies…

Bacchus wine and beautiful ladies… Once I was free, once I didn’t slumber in living. I remember the sea, I remember barely dressed women dancing for the Pacific. The rhyme and song of… Continue reading

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The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- The jest of love

The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of love A Chapter by Coyote PoetryThird and last chapter.                    The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of… Continue reading

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The wisp/ the kiss, the memory. The Long island ice tea.

The wisp/the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryA new series of short poetry. Part one.              The wisp/ the kiss, the memory…… Continue reading

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The sage of Veronica- part five- The sea dancer, part two.

The saga of Veronica- part five- The sea dancer, part two. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA series of poetry.           The saga of Veronica- part five- The sea dancer, part two.… Continue reading

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The saga of Veronica- part four- My sea dancer.

The saga of Veronica- part four- My sea dancer A Poem by Coyote PoetryA series of poetry.                          The saga of Veronica- part… Continue reading

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Delia…

Delia A Poem by Coyote Poetry                             Delia….. O sweet you are, O brave you be and O darling. I love you… Continue reading

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Sin, gin and skin…

Sin, gin and skin… We were the Tuesday night poets, we shared words with the writers and the poets, we shared words with the lonely at the Irish tavern at Pacific Grove. You… Continue reading

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Lost in the abyss of you…

Lost in the abyss of you…. Can sleeping men sleep find peace? My mind wandered to far away places to when I was brave. My youthful heart believed in love, I believe I… Continue reading

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Andrea…

Andrea….I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook.“Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly. Old sorrow had… Continue reading

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