Tag Archive: Poem

Quiet echos and secluded places..

Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe will hold many penances for things done and missed.                                Quiet echos and secluded places… The coffee shop poet told the young listener.Great oceans… Continue reading →

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We are born to live…

We are born to live A Poem by Coyote PoetryA new day, a new opportunity                                   We are born… Continue reading →

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Cigarettes, sweet wine and you…

Cigarettes, sweet wine and you A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld places become better with time                                    Cigarettes, sweet wine and you… I sat and waited with my Poet friend. I was the back-up Poet… Continue reading →

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Crazy love…

 Crazy love——————————————————————————— Once I held great wealth and I didn’t know. Once, you and I. Make the night sweet and so wonderful. We fell into the madness of love. We locked the door… Continue reading →

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Mojo a-coming….

 Mojo a-coming…  I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead? The damn war taught me; Johnnie… Continue reading →

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Bukowski poem and some words…

All the way… Don’t give in, don’t give-up. If you dream. Dream big. Life is ours’s to test.We must test life, love many and see the beauty of our world. Find the sea,… Continue reading →

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Your love, like heroin…

Your love, like Heroin… Lace and silk, whiskey and sin, pain and misery we loved. I loved to watch you paint your beautiful face and I told you. You are a natural beauty.… Continue reading →

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The whiskey and the beer song…

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

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Bounded love…

Bounded love. Till my last breath. A Poem by Coyote PoetryChildren make us realize we are not so important. They give us hope and reason to be alive. (My stepchildren in 1994. I gave… Continue reading →

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Scarborough fair….

Scarborough fair…. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading →

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