Tag Archive: Poem

The fray…

(Fray-1 a : to wear (something, such as an edge of cloth) by or as if by rubbing : fret. b : to separate the threads at the edge of. 2 : strain, irritate … a botched new… Continue reading

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Beautiful Brigette..

Beautiful Brigette A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful Brigette..               (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return.               I was thankful 34 years ago and today for my blue eyes               Angel who picks… Continue reading

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Easy on my mind…

Easy on my mind.. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a… Continue reading

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Please take it easy on me and beautiful Beth Hart song.

Please, take it easy on me… She had sad eyes and a quiet voice. I went to her and I held her hands. She told me, please Johnnie, take it easy on me.… Continue reading

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Thankful…

Thankful… 1- I went to Metro Beach and Lake St. Clair was beautiful and wonderful. I took my three grandchildren to the lake and they enjoyed the day. Lake St. Clair was quiet… Continue reading

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Wild Irish Rose and the great George Jones song…

Wild Irish Rose..   Pretty gal with emerald eyes and the sweetest voice I ever heard. She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You can’t out-run the devil and the Wild Irish Rose won’t save… Continue reading

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A lullaby for organized chaos..

A lullaby for organized chaos A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Words and thoughts. I hope you enjoy.                            A lullaby for organized chaos… We shall dance in heaven, earth and in hell.May never find… Continue reading

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Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman..

Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The good days are not forgotten.                              Good whiskey, a old truck and  a pretty woman near… I was… Continue reading

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Beautiful Melanie song and a poem.

 Peace shall come, even it is, one by one… I was a soldier once and I didn’t paint the face of war.  I attempted to forget the damn wars with the good drink,… Continue reading

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Blinded. But not dead yet…

 Blinded. But not dead yet…         (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be         able to see the light. Now I see chances to do… Continue reading

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