Tag Archive: Friendship

Two guitars.. And a wonderful song.

Two Guitars.. Was a warm May-day in Monterey and the sea was wild tonight.Once loud man, now quiet man drank his whiskey alone and he prayed for nothing more,nothing less.Once he was the… Continue reading

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Mercy.

Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry (A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.) Mercy… Young black man.22 year old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I watched… 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 good whiskey… Continue reading

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Strangers, trains and planes..

Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be in… Continue reading

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Mercy..

Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry (A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.) Mercy… Young black man.22 year old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I watched… Continue reading

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Walking with giants. Number three..

Walking with giants. Number three… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Walking with giants. Number three… I re-joined the Army in 1991 and I was lucky. My life needed great change and I changed my… Continue reading

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Texas gals…

Texas gals.. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-four.) Once I escaped Michigan. I was seeking death and I went to three war zones and I learn. I had something left. The… Continue reading

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Your face…

Your face… I brought her close and I told her. Honey, you will be alright. We will figure something out. Her eyes were less sad now and she told me. Thank you Johnnie… Continue reading

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For a Canada friend gone.. You did not leave my friend…

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Short poetry about war..

Short poetry about war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I’m tire of war and violence.                  1- What is left? The dead will not rise.War steal the best from us.Who remember the people… Continue reading

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