Category Archive: poetry

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I walked away. Beautiful Kelly..

I walked away… Beautiful Kelly… I felled in love with a voice. I fell in love with a face.  Please tell me, you love me.  We have a great sea to separate us.… Continue reading →

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The daylight fading..

The daylight fading…. Once the most kindest woman in Texas weaved me a safe place to be. Dearest Jayne use to hold me tightly and she sang songs of love to me late… Continue reading →

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Where are you?

Where are you? A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We lose people, and we learn we need them.                                    Where are you? Do you remember me?Do you think of me on the lonely nights?Was I… Continue reading →

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We were young once..

We were young once… “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading →

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The best days. Beach days and ice cream. Photos.

Thank you. Johnnie

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Hey brothers, hey sisters..

Hey brothers, hey sisters…. I remember young men and women. Living, loving, drinking and dancing. Living life fearlessly without regret. Hey brothers, hey sisters. I remember you. We were hopeful, foolish and we… Continue reading →

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Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors..

Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors…. The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons and angels. The lonely corridors make us wish for less harsh words and less goodbyes. Once friendly… Continue reading →

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The sweetest gal..

The sweetest gal…. I brought the most beautiful girl near and I raised my glass to the sky in the dark tavern. I said aloud. “Drink to you, drink to me and drink… Continue reading →

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Scottish gal kisses..

The sweetest Scottish gal kisses My gun are locked away. My mind and my body is tire. I came to Aberdeenshire to remember a memory. Once young brave soldier told his auburn hair… Continue reading →

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Live my friend..

Live……. Live my friends.. Dead men don’t complain, liars always lie. Sleeping men cannot see or feel. What is real and what is not? Took a war for me to learn to live.… Continue reading →

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