Category Archive: muse

The kiss..

The kiss… The old poet write by the sea, he scribble words to faces, places missed and gone. The radiant morning sun sun-kissed his face and he told the Pacific ocean. The poet’s… Continue reading

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Please tell me a story…

Please tell me a story… Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap your… Continue reading

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Last chance saloon…

 Last chance saloon… I was the Monday night closer manager at the Purgatory Inn. I was counting the money and a pretty lady was waiting for me. I watched her roll her cigarette… Continue reading

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Johnny Cash Sunday. —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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Dear Julie…

Dear Julie A Poem by Coyote PoetryA letter in a sense. Written in 1980                       Dear Julie…. My merciful friend.I received your letter.I was at my worst.You kind words of love and devotion made… Continue reading

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Her beauty had not blinded me…

Her beauty has not  blinded me…. She roamed like a old tom cat. Wearing her black clothing like a mask. She tied her hair up into a tight knot andshe don’t look boyish.… Continue reading

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Waiting for a miracle….

Waiting for a miracle… I remember you, I remember us.You were my wild and untamed lady, and I was running to you, and I was running away from you in the same moment.You… Continue reading

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Black as the night…

Black as the night… I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance. She… Continue reading

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Mojo a-coming and a Jim Morrison poem.

Mojo a-coming…  I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead?The damn war taught me, Johnnie was… Continue reading

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A one way street….

 A one way street, baby (I loved love. Love didn’t love me.) Pretty lady called me lover, she called me friend. She told me, I need you near and please hang around dear… Continue reading

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