Category Archive: poem

Barefoot dreams…

Barefoot dreams     A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age.      Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley,… Continue reading

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A memory, a story…

A memory, a story. ———————————————————–                           Everything In the stillness of the night, you held me, so tightly. You were my… Continue reading

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The Spring song…

 The Spring song I found her sitting alone by the lake and I sat with her. The first day of Spring brought a sunny day and I told her. My pretty, my sweetest… Continue reading

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Dead flowers and my verbal poetry.

Dead flowers   I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your… Continue reading

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When the war is over…

  When the war is over ————————————————————————————————————– I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness.… Continue reading

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The cursed lullaby..

The cursed lullaby Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the price… Continue reading

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My Michigan dream..

   My Michigan dream “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here, I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe.… Continue reading

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A song and the beautiful words.

( My father first wife wrote the words for the songs from 1940-1958. She died of cancer in 1958. My father would memorize and sing at the local taverns in his young days.… Continue reading

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She wore flowers in her hair…

She wore flowers in her hair A Poem by Coyote Poetry A re-write  She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my place in life, I decide… Continue reading

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If I knew…

If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness.   If I knew If I knew. I would… Continue reading

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