Category Archive: Poetry and story

Love is love…..

Love is love A noble beauty read her poetry at the Austin, Texas yearly poetry reading. Jessica was disappointed with her life and she read her words to us. “I weaved a page… Continue reading

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October…

October A Poem by Coyote PoetryFall is here. We need to find someone to stay with, lay with, in the cold days of Winter.  Dear October…. Hello dear October, my old friend. Cooler day… Continue reading

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My ambrosia…

My Ambrosia….  Those eyes, your moving feet.You stole my heart and my soul.And I asked you.Baby, my love , my darling.What do you need?I would steal the moon and the stars to make… Continue reading

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Just a dance in the sky…

Just a dance in the clouds dear lover…. Once I knew wanderlust, I wanted to swim in the seven seas, I wanted to find sacred places in our world, I wanted to dance in… Continue reading

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Please sing me a lullaby…

 Please sing to me, a kind and sweet lullaby… In the night when I’m overtook by the weight of life. You touched my face and brought my head into the safety of your… Continue reading

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Goodbye my lover

Goodbye my lover…. 1—Goodbye my lover, maybe our last kiss, maybe our last words. Did we abandoned love or did time steal our wishes….. 2—- Eleanor, sweet name upon my lips. Once we… Continue reading

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I need a wild gal….

I want a wild gal…. She wore her Sunday best and the smile of a angel. I told her, all we have is a Winter day and 10 inches of snow.  She asked… Continue reading

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The boardwalk…

The boardwalk… The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… 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 each… Continue reading

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Never left Michigan….

 Never left Michigan…. Years ago. I wanted to see the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London. I… Continue reading

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