Category Archive: Michigan

Lake Huron song

The Lake Huron song Closed wounds can bleed again, no healing for true love lost. You and I, we were Summer wine and Lake Huron late night swim. You were the prettiest girl… Continue reading

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“Home, sweet home. Part two.

Home, sweet home. Part two. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                                 Home, sweet home (For Port Austin)… Continue reading

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“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, I… Continue reading

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The Island- part six

The Island- part six A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter finally.                                          … Continue reading

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Dear Michigan

Dear Michigan Promises made and promises broken. Left me where I started. I left you in Michigan trying to find the place where I could feel alive. I found wars, new cities and… Continue reading

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For sweet Kaitlyn Rose

For sweet Kaitlyn Rose A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death is hard. Harder when we lose the young children. Sweet Kaitlyn Piensa Think Ojos claros, serenos. Bright and serene eyes. Si antes supiera. If… Continue reading

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“She used to love me a lot”

 She used to love me a lot I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading

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“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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