Category Archive: muse

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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Indigenous people day poem- Oct. eleven.

Wisdom of the Medicine wheel….   I have been  lucky.  Many kind Native Americans took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to the so-call… 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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The sea…

The sea… Once forgotten man sat alone by the sea, he listened to her and she whispered to him.Women are crazy, misery loved company, good drink make us see with realistic view and… Continue reading

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Anything goes…

Anything goes…  She sat next to me on the empty stool.Her sweet perfume I breathe in andI gave  her a big Michigan smile. She returned the smile.We talks and drank for hours.Her blue eyes… Continue reading

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Johnnie’s tango Friday. Songs and a few words.

Toss me, bring me closer. Let’s swirl into romance and dance for the moon and the stars. You whispered to me. I told you, I want the silky black dress, your wishful smile… Continue reading

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Outstanding song and Let’s have a Tango Friday. I am willing.

 Love me… Life is short, love is sweet. The night was long and her eyes, were looking like the wild Pacific sea. Please play with me, she whispered. Love me right, love me… Continue reading

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