Dangerous places and beautiful faces.

Dangerous places and beautiful faces. A Poem by Coyote PoetryIt is good to walk upon the edge.                          Dangerous places and beautiful faces. Dangerous places and secret rendezvous.To swim in uncontrolled passion and enjoy… Continue reading

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Almost California..

(Johnnie and Jennifer in Monterey, January 1992)  Almost California——– I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever… Continue reading

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Love and Doubt

Originally posted on Jeffrey Scott:
Standing underneath a grove of autumn treesthe girl and her charmscompliment each other. One can’t really tellwhere the sky beginsall that I can confess,I can only stare. There…

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‘For my people…‘

Originally posted on SIDEWAYS EIGHT PROJECTS:
~ For my people… ~..…And this better existencewill consist of my peoplefor my peopleby my peoplelaying claim to their namein this gigantic gameand the potentialto continuedoing amazing…

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I am a gallery

Originally posted on finding serendiipitii:
I am a gallery, long floored and wide brimmed? ? ? no footsteps from tourists have padded these halls,? ? ? ?signs suggesting an escape from my reality…

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Bitter branches…

Bitter branches Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches  and remember skeletons and blunders.The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the body… Continue reading

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The Hobby Horse I Ride (Billy Collins, too!)

Originally posted on Elizabeth Gauffreau:
When I was in graduate school, there were two types of people in the English Department: Lit People and Writing People. The Lit People breathed the rarefied air…

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The pureness of my reflection..

The pureness of my reflection Once we had the moon, the sun and the free road.You were my footprints into wild waters and secret places upon mountain where the clouds danced with us.… Continue reading

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The word man…

The word man. A Poem by Coyote PoetryNeed people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return. Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. … Continue reading

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Forgiveness…

Forgiveness A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe must forgive ourselves before seeking forgiveness from God. Forgiveness. Forgive, and ye shall be forgiven, as in the reconciliation of Jacob and Esau in Genesis 33, after Julius… Continue reading

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