Tag Archive: Family

Memorial Day poetry. Old soldier..

Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry  Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading

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A song of forever…

A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading

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The Coyote spirit..

A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left??) Coyote spirit (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and held no fear.)… Continue reading

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She used to love me a lot.

She used to love me a lot…. I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading

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Silence and listen..

Silence and listen.. Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind.  Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading

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Coffee shop conversation.

Coffee shop conversation. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Poem by Coyote PoetryGood coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games.                                   … Continue reading

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The whiskey and the beer song.

The whiskey and the beer song. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to hide in the wrong things.                           The whiskey and the beer song.. A whiskey and a beer was the song we… Continue reading

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My grandfather house..

My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to a old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading

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Happy Mother’s day. For my missed dear mother.

Mother didn’t blink A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Sometime in a life we must do the correct things to fix a problem. Our grandmother  and our mother. The teacher of love.                     Mother did… Continue reading

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Be a fisherman..

Be a fisherman… I was taught by my father. A good day, is a family day fishing. Now I teach my grandchildren how to enjoy the Clinton River and how to catch fish.… Continue reading

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