Category Archive: poetry

Memorial Day poetry. Isn’t no fucking good war.

Isn’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote PoetryCan’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know when it… Continue reading

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Memorial Day is tomorrow. Soldier on.

Memorial Day poetry- Soldier on A Poem by Coyote Poetry   Memorial day poetry.  Soldier on. Memorial day is coming and I will put coins on the fallen soldiers grave stone. In the early… Continue reading

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Memorial Day thoughts. Great men and women fought and die for us to know freedom.

John

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The madness train.

The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late.      The  Madness train…             I’m twisted up.            Hogties to bullshit.             I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading

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Delia.

Delia. O sweet you are, O brave you be and O darling. I love you as-is. My rose-cheeked gal, you never promised me anything and you loved to live. We loved to hear… Continue reading

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Once we had the Elvis songs. And an amazing Elvis Presley song.

Once we had the Elvis songs. Hello girl, its Johnnie in Michigan and I am sorry to call you at Midnight hours. The drink is wearing me down and I am listening to… Continue reading

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As long as the glass shall grow. And an amazing Johnny Cash song.

As Long As The Grass Shall Grow… He told the prettiest girl in his world, thank you for staying with me. I have been following you since the Summer of 1976 and you… Continue reading

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I could not ask for more. And a beautiful Alisa Fineman song.

I could not ask for more. I told my grandchildren, choose the road you love, dance, sing and be fearless.I learn many moons ago, I had enough and I told the rising sun.… Continue reading

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Little sin.

Little sin. Your flowing black hair flowing in the gentle breezes making me wish to have you home nude and free. You are my little sin in a life filled with work and… Continue reading

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My ambrosia.

My Ambrosia. Exposed legs, open bottle of wine and the dust of the day is a coming. You have waited for me. You sat near the window and swam in deep thoughts. I… Continue reading

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