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The payment is due.

The payment is due “Bacchus blessing are a treasure;Drinking is a soldier’s pleasure;Rich the treasure,sweet the pleasure;Sweet is pleasure after pain.”John Dryden I told the pretty Texas girl at the Belton, Texas dance… Continue reading

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Hotel California.

Hotel California… I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, a old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading

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The ballad of the angry woman. And a beautiful Mean Mary song.

(April is poetry month. New poetry number twelve.) The ballad of the angry woman. She was an unbounded lady sitting alone at Happy Hour in the Monterey Irish Pub. Long Island Ice Teas,… Continue reading

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I wanted the Hemingway life and some photos/words.

I wanted the Hemingway life. I attempted and I learn. War is shit and love is everything. I saw war and destruction. Today I seek laughter and love. Hemingway was right. Woman, drink… 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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Locked and loaded.

(War. What is it good for? Nothing.”) Edwin Starr. Locked and loaded. The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and the fighting and dying for something… Continue reading

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The human touch.

The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show… Continue reading

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Isn’t no fucking good war.

Isn’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Can’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know when… Continue reading

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Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas- The Parting Glass. The Native Americans believe. The grandparent, the elders are the teachers of the children. The children are the future. Be careful what you say. The voices of the… Continue reading

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The dance of the Gypsies.

The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love, song and dance, blood and the road.                                The dance of the Gypsies… I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes… Continue reading

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