Tag Archive: John Coyote

“Ride”, Johnnie need a vacation.

Ride   Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free days and vibrant life.   My beautiful damsel,  I hear your words.… Continue reading

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Sunday’s thoughts

Sunday’s thoughts   I was a soldier once.  The soldiers saw men and women, not color, race or religion. We were not perfect but if a brother soldier needed help. The soldiers in… Continue reading

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“Peace will come”

Peace will come   My child, don’t you cry. War is near and life is so hard. Tomorrow may come and a new day where the sun shall shine upon a world where… Continue reading

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The water and the fire

  The water and the fire   I told the Irish beauty in the tavern in Austin, Texas. Some men are dying and some men are living. Death is like a fire. It… Continue reading

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I called your name

I called your name   I called your name standing on the Monterey pier. The stars didn’t listen to my prayer.   I recalled a memory, a blessing, a forsaken place and tangle… Continue reading

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“Misty eyes”

  Misty eyes   You bathe me with your hazel eyes and we have hot coffee, early morning, the sun rising from the east. I told you, let’s slow down this day, great… Continue reading

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“You are my poetry”

You are my poetry   Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard.  … Continue reading

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Waterfall

Waterfall   “Hearts awry Wary ghostly grasp Weary lonely gasp Yet I can’t hold Enclasp”   The night is silence, old heart awry in sombre songs, barren sea memories and smitten kisses remembered.… 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… Continue reading

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The rain

The rain   I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my rain. I am walking away from place of love turned black. I left a lady crying and alone.… Continue reading

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