Tag Archive: life

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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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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Scars, we do have.

Scars, we do have.. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading

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She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me.

She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading

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The day is gone, and the darkness is here.

The day is gone, and the dark nights are here. I never liked the month of December. I seem to lost more than I gained. Once , after a war, I returned home… Continue reading

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In hell, I will be in good company.

In hell, I will be in good company.. (Remembering the plane crash in Washington D.C. Now 20 mass killings in two weeks.) In is 2.18 in the afternoon and I am dancing with… Continue reading

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Two Guitars.

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… Continue reading

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Amazing and powerful poetry.

an anthology of my solitude | Lê Vĩnh Tài [478] Thơ Lê Vĩnh TàiTranslation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm my solitude is an extensive collection of anthologiesand you have wasted your money printing themlet… Continue reading

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I like to see the eyes.

I like to see the eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When we truly can see. The eyes allow us into true places and mystery.                                 I like to see the eyes. I don’t… Continue reading

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Wisdom gained in a long life.

Wisdom gained in a long life. When we are born.Even the poorest of people have opportunities. Outcasts and poor folks seem to work harder.They appreciate every small or large victory.They grasp books and… Continue reading

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