Category Archive: Michigan

“Please come home to me”

Please come home to me   I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful. The Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day.… Continue reading

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Lake St. Clair prayer

A Lake St. Clair prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry I spend the day alone by Lake St. Clair. Wrote many new poems.                               A Lake St. Clair prayer I’m far from my… Continue reading

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Savior, Liar and Sinner

Savior, liar and sinner   Once I was saved. Pretty red-hair girl took my hands and she whispered, I love you Johnnie. Please don’t die, please live for me. She held me tightly… Continue reading

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The Island- part four

(The Island- part four A Chapter by Coyote Poetry New chapter)   The Island- part four   I liked the Captain face. He had a ancient and kind face. He took my hands… Continue reading

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The Island- part three

(The Island- part three A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter.)   The Island- part three   I remembered Nicole song and her soft hands caressing my face and chest. I fell… Continue reading

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The kind spring and the warm Summer days

Kind springs days and the warm Summer days   Forget me not, forget me forever. Winters cold is gone and the kind Spring days are here.   The cold Winter days made me… Continue reading

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“I knew how to sing once dear Julie

I knew how to sing once dear Julie   Once I believe in love and I believed in the ambrosia of forever. When I drink my coffee late at night and I write.… Continue reading

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“The Iron Mountain song”

The Iron Mountain song   I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw her face and I needed to talk to her one more… Continue reading

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“What will be left”

(Below is real. I took my grandchildren to some of these Michigan lakes. A old poem and something to think about)   What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need… Continue reading

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Tell me, how you lived?

Tell me, how you lived?   Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet… Continue reading

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