Category Archive: whiskey

“Let pretend”

Let pretend A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime little is better than nothing.                                       Let… Continue reading →

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“Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman.”

Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The good days are not forgotten.                             Good whiskey, a old truck and  a pretty woman near. I… Continue reading →

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Delicate flower

Delicate flower A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people and places are perfect. They are delicate flowers and perfect places.                                 Delicate flowerI was a wore and torn man, receded into the whiskey… Continue reading →

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I called your name

(Thank you Paris poem, her words are my muse) I called your name A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and good music. I called your name Beautiful lady is weeping for me.… Continue reading →

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Strangers, trains and planes

Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be… Continue reading →

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New York city ( Part one)

New York city lights       I left Iraq in the Winter of 1992. I was sent to Fort Dix, New Jersey.  I took a leave after I arrived in the USA… Continue reading →

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“Old Soldier”

Old Soldier (A soldier life is a hard one. Career soldiers lead by example. Never leave a brother to die alone) A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had… Continue reading →

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Endings and beginnings

                                         First love. Last love?                  … Continue reading →

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Arousing illusion

    Arousing illusion A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need temptation to make us wish and expand want and need. Arousing illusion Old man told the kid sitting with him at the… Continue reading →

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“Tender loving care”

Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward.                                      Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the… Continue reading →

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