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Memory of music. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Music allowed the rebirth of memories and faces. Memory of music. Let me not fall into dreams of sadness.Allow the awful shadows of things lost.Not to extinguished pleasures of memories and faces. Young and beautiful faces.Lost in time.Still dance in sweet dreams brought to life by beautiful… Read more
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Swirl me in your mind. I remember tracing your body with my fingers, I remember you asked me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Are we just whispering in the wind, just secret kisses shared in the midnight hours. You loved the two-hour massage and the songs of Leonard Cohen. You were my Winter California storm, and I was… Read more
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Between two points. (New site and new poetry number two.) 1- You were a warm Spring Day, and I was a Winter storm. I didn’t know one kiss; I didn’t know one embrace, and I didn’t know one dance. You would steal my mind and my heart forever. 2- Did I run to you or… Read more
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Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She was waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet red wine and we danced near the Winter Virginia Beach Sea every weekend for three months. She told me, never love a… Read more
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Blushing beauty stole my heart. The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen, and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made him feel safe. He came to Austin for the three days poetry reading near the college. He had read for three days… Read more
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If you go away on a summer day. 1- Once we loved the Wisconsin wild river,and we sought quiet places to hold hands and I would steal kisses. We adored the torrent water, and we tried to follow the river, to secret places where lovers could dance nude with the sun in view. I remember… Read more
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Easy on my mind. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend.She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful.She told me on a Friday morning.I need wild places, the sea and a friend.I want to see Big Sur, to get drunk in San Francisco and I want to… Read more
