Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

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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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Love and hate..

Love and hate A Poem by Coyote PoetryI wrote this back inn 1993. Young woman wanted everything and nothing. I told her life is long and hard. We must try to be kind.                      … Continue reading →

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All the way.. A Charles Bukowski verbal poem.

All the way…. Don’t give in, don’t give-up. If you dream. Dream big. Life is our’s to test. We must test life, love many and see the beauty of our world. Find the… Continue reading →

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Kind Summer..

Kind Summer days… Forget me not, forget me forever. Winters cold is gone and the kind Summer days are here. The cold Winter days made me drink the vodka and juice, write the… Continue reading →

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Some mercy now..

Some mercy now… Just a man, he had worked and he had worked. Yesterday man, sat by the Clinton river. He loved the sun on his face. He prayed to the falling sun,… Continue reading →

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