Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Been awhile my friend.

 Been awhile my friend. I visit my good friend, the ground was cold and I brought his favorite beer. I take one Budweiser and I leave the five remainders on his grave. I… Continue reading

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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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What will be left?

What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We need to show concern for Mother Nature. Before she disappears.   What will be left? I took my children to the lake. Signs are posted. Do… Continue reading

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The Gospel told by a common man.

The Gospel told by a common man A Poem by Coyote Poetry  World is going crazy. USA need to reset our goals. An old poem. Now Trump had military attacking cities. Trying to separate… Continue reading

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Kiss me and say hello.

Kiss me and say hello.. The Jazzy songs had saved me. The jazzy songs, I needed. Once on a blue moon night, I told the prettiest girl in Michigan. I loved her so.… Continue reading

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The shadows.

The shadows.. (A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world and I miss her voice.)  My sister told me. You  have changed and you saw too much shit andyour mind… Continue reading

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Russian Roulette.

Russian roulette… Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas, moving like a beautiful butterfly in the breeze. She held the attention of the men holding tightly to… Continue reading

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The October days of my life.

The October days of my life.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry   The October days of my life. Last dance for the Coyote. This morning, I saw a old face looking back at me… Continue reading

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The maiden of summer.

The maiden of Summer… Was a beautiful late June day and I walking in the early morning in the lake St. Clair. My bare feet enjoyed the coldness of the morning lake. The… Continue reading

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The midnight hours.

The midnight hours.. I knew when I met her near the sea. She was a dangerous endeavor. Her wild sea blue eyes and gentle voice, I could see the wild world in eyes… Continue reading

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