Category Archive: coyote poet

‘Ann Arbor’

The drunken poet drank his Jack Daniel and cold tap beer in the Michigan tavern. A young man sat with and ordered a double of whiskey and lowered his head down and his… Continue reading

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A woman palms,

A woman palms A Poem by Coyote Poetry The hands of a woman. Teaches love and kindness. He who treat the woman with kindness. Can stand at God feet and know he had… Continue reading

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A safe place, a kind face, maybe?

A safe place, a kind face, maybe?   Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood… Continue reading

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A Prayer for me

—————————- A prayer for me   Please friend, whisper a prayer for me. I had lived swimming in sin, gin and bad love. Today I’m barren and alone.   A long time ago.… Continue reading

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‘The payment is due

The payment is due “Bacchus blessing are a treasure; Drinking is a soldier’s pleasure; Rich the treasure, sweet the pleasure; Sweet is pleasure after pain.” John Dryden   I told the pretty Texas… Continue reading

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Make me believe

Pretty words Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told… Continue reading

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“Passing through

Passing through A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading

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I was condemned after I saw your face

I was condemned after I saw your face   I was looking for the wide open road and some kind of freedom, and a pretty lady  sat alone, on a barren road on… Continue reading

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‘Hold on tightly baby’

Hold on tightly baby You were the bloody storm my lover, you were my strawberry red-haired lady beauty on the Fifth street in Austin, Texas. For twenty dollars and a wrist band. You… Continue reading

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‘Where the wild roses grow’

Where the wild roses grow   – I have known   I have danced with the sea, I have stood on the great mountains surrounded by the free clouds, I have found the… Continue reading

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