Daily Archive: October 26, 2022

November thoughts…

 November thoughts.. Once I needed everything and I learned. Everything wasn’t needed. November is coming and the cooler and slower days I do love. I am in the November of my life. I… Continue reading

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The echoes of yesterday.. And the great Neil Young song.

The echoes of yesterday. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We must ensure. Today is our best day…  The echoes of yesterday… I wonder do we listen to the echoes? The echoes of yesterday, I… Continue reading

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Killed and killed.. A Phil Ochs song. The war is over.

Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed.. On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come and… Continue reading

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The madness train.. And a Phil Ochs song. “Flower Lady.”

The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Time to stop the madness. Before it is too late.      The  Madness train..             I’m twisted up.            Hogties to bullshit.             I’m strangled with useless things.            I can’t… Continue reading

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Blue eyes..

Blue eyes (Written in 1981) A blue eyed angel is crying for me.In the turmoil of a kind love.The paradise of burning and powerful emotion.It can create a strange prison. I hold her… Continue reading

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Tattoos..

A Poem by Coyote Poetry  On our body. On our skin, the tattoos. Each one had a tale.”                            Tattoos.. My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me.… Continue reading

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My dearest muse..

My dearest muse.. You are love and I’m no-one. You came to me with your haunting words awakening the want of love, the dance and the song. Your gentle voice awoke my dying… Continue reading

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I try to remember..

I try to remember A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014                          I try to remember.. I tried to remember the curves of your body.  Us blindfolded … Continue reading

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The damn lonely night and the bottle.

“Maybe our last friend is the whiskey? Maybe Ernest Hemingway last thoughts? I should of drank more and fought less wars. Maybe I should love, for real. Fucking night is the loneliness time.… Continue reading

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