Tag Archive: Death

Once upon a time..

Once upon a time.. I returned to Akron in 1980. I was looking for a sweet memory In 1973 at my fifteen birthday party. The prettiest friend of my sister gave me a… Continue reading

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I remember you..

The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.… Continue reading

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Angels, muses and sirens…

Angels, muses and sirens. A Story by Coyote Poetry There are good and bad death. I recommend you pick the proper one.” Angels, muses and sirens.. “Death did not beat me. I sacrificed everything… Continue reading

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When comes a stranger…

When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Death comes when she desired.                               Death come when he desired. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a great… Continue reading

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No tears at my farewell..

No tears at my farewell A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Enjoy life. Take every opportunity to tell someone you love them.                        No tears at my farewell When my body becomes tired andthe blood… Continue reading

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Happy Halloween. We do walk with the spirits. Maybe kind, maybe not.

When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Death comes when she desired.                               Death come when he desired. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a great… Continue reading

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Already broken.

Already broken… Oldest and most tire man in Michigan escaped to find something lost. He remembers a Auburn hair with a silky voice, the whiskey nights and the Soldier’s liar prayer. He gave… Continue reading

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More Texas poetry. Dance with death

A dance with Death.       (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways. Years ago I was trying to drink myself to death. A beautiful woman change my direction.… Continue reading

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Like father

Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come… Continue reading

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We must be saved and we must save the people in need near, if we can.

You have saved me A Poem by Coyote Poetry For the many people who gave me hope when I had none.                                          … Continue reading

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