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Please stay with me till the end of time… I sipped my coffee and I am watching the movement of the tree branches outside my bedroom. It was a stormy night and warm night.Your beautiful nude body laid on the top of the blankets. I watched your movement. Nightmares seem to steal all your sweet dreams. … Read more
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A penny for your thoughts. 1- Once a pretty Michigan girl told me. A penny for your thoughts, thank you for remembering my name, thank you for holding my hands and thank you for showing me. I am not alone. 2- I was trying to push away the lonely night. I asked the dark night… Read more
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Don’t allow the world to make you beg.. Can we be imprison by lies? Can we be locked away and forgotten? Don’t allow the liars into your mind, don’t allow the naysayers to tell you what is right or what is wrong. Think, see, touch and decide. Take the not beaten road, find the places… Read more
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The masquerade. Was a blue moon night in New Orleans and no-one wanted to show their real face. Beer, wine and liquor was plentiful. Women were exotic and the men were pirates and clowns. I had beads to give away, and I wore the gifts of beads from the kind folks. I was with dear… Read more
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Dirty wings, we shall have. For dear Susie. 1- I told dear Susie, a nickel for dance, a dime for a kiss, a quarter for a day with you near the flowing river. Pretty Susie gave me her Ohio beautiful smile. She told me. I would give you everything you need because dear Johnnie. You… Read more
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Please give me one year in Florence. I visit beautiful Florence four times in the late seventies. She left me with good memories. I was young and she was gorgeous. I was alone and I wandered the city falling in love with the ancient city. I liked the Italian people. Friendly and kind. I befriended… Read more
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My personal sunflower garden. Amanda festival sunflowers. (So beautiful.) ( Johnnie and his daughter.) The sunflower plants. The healer. Once upon a time. A Japanese man planted sunflowers plants to heal after the atom bomb. To heal the soil. Today world, I wish I could plant a billion Sunflowers. Maybe help heal our world. I… Read more
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am waiting by the willow tree. A prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I am waiting by the willow tree. An old place near the Clinton River, old willow trees reaching for the sky and the river. It is my place to heal, my place to think, my place to write for 50 years. Ojibwa people believe the… Read more
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Mystical places. Many types of keepsakes my friend.There are tattoos upon skin to remind us of places, wars and faces. There are scars from battles won and lost. Then there are sweet faces of woman we had loved and held. Whiskey, gin and rum can make us forget for a time.But those kind memories where… Read more
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The concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I was stationed in Texas. I arrived early and I added my name to the back-up readers. Many people came early and… Read more
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