Category Archive: photo

Blindfolded and weightless….

Blindfolded and weightless I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and… Continue reading

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Dear Monterey

Dear Monterey     Once imprison man was taught how to be free by the dear Pacific. Kind Monterey, showed him, he had just begin. Once the Winter days of life stole his… Continue reading

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Hotel California….

Hotel California I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, a old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading

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Highway poetry

Highway poetry-short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                            Wander or slowly die She was so beautiful, she moved like a wild and free animal. I knew she was untamed and lusted… Continue reading

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The liar’s moon

Liar’s moon A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some new words.                       The liar’s moon The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him to recede… Continue reading

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“The disease”

The DISEASE     Two strangers sat together in the Austin, Texas Jazz club. Discussing things that didn’t matter anymore.   The woman looked at the man. She told him. “I was once… Continue reading

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Almost to California

 Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She were waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading

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The war, the blood and the gun.

The war, the blood and the gun No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only blood and the sound of war. Who do we blame my friend? War is… Continue reading

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The value of one life

The value of one life Men in offices, in Washington D.C. Screaming out, kill, fight and murder those son of bitches. They are the enemy? ———————————————————————————————————- Maybe the enemy are with-in the walls.… Continue reading

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I never left Michigan

Never left Michigan   Years ago. I traveled  the  world. I Drank wine in Basel and Paris, danced in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London.   I… Continue reading

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