Tag Archive: Poem

‘Listen, remember and learn’

Listen, remember and learn ——————————————– Listen I love the misty mornings. I love the chill of Lake St. Clair lake when I sit alone near her. I listen to the lake and I… Continue reading

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‘Just whispers to the lake Huron’

Just whispers to the Lake Huron   You came to me in a yesterday memory and you told me. Johnnie, I can’t wait no-more for you. You have no love you need to… Continue reading

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‘Break me, make me believe’

Break me, make me believe   I want to be here. This is the place I need to be, Pretty lady. Break me, make me believe in you. Make me believe in the… Continue reading

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‘The gray whale’

          The gray whale (For Leona. A missed friend.) Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at an empty walls. He is sitting… Continue reading

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‘Sunday lovers’

Sundays lovers   Me and you lost in the cotton sheets. The sun sneaked into the room and you brought your body closer to me. You whispered. It is Sunday morning and we… Continue reading

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‘Dirty little secrets’

Dirty little secrets   I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember ‘ You and I’. I’m the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we… Continue reading

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I need you, I don’t need you’

I need you, I don’t need you —– Damn if you do, damn if you don’t Perfect beautiful girl came to me in the midnight hour. Eyes of hazel green, robust and young… Continue reading

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‘The songs of the seasons’

The songs of seasons (A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale.) The song of fall   Warm days, cold nights, create a restless passion. I can hear the whispers of the… Continue reading

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My oh my

My oh my Johnnie was drinking hard whiskey, was watching the sea dance and the sky turn more blacker and dangerous on the Monterey Wharf last tavern. A sweet voice whispered, big storm… Continue reading

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‘Did I ever love you’

  Did I ever love you?   Dying. Lying. Needing. Bleeding.   Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop.  … Continue reading

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