Tag Archive: poetry

40 cents more…

40 cents more ———————————————————————————————- I called Scotland at 10pm, hoping for a proper goodbye, Beautiful Sheena answered her telephone and she  told me, Johnnie, I forgave you, We held love for a second… Continue reading

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Please tell me a story…

Please tell me a story… Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap your… Continue reading

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Roses and lovers…

 Roses and lovers… “O my love, O my love. I said: Let me fall or stand, let me fall or stand, let me live or die, but this once hear me speak- O… Continue reading

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Should of loved you more…

Should of loved you more… He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading

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You saved me…

You saved me… “Save one life, we know happiness. Save many lives. We know peace.” Once I knew everything and I learned. I knew nothing. Old age had taught me, Johnnie, you know… Continue reading

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Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding…

Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. He told me. I killed and I… Continue reading

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Memorial Day poetry. Old Soldier…

Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry  Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading

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Maybe Bukowski….

Maybe Bukowski? A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Years ago. I met Bukowski in California. I didn’t know who he was, at the time. He read my work and he told me. Good stuff and… Continue reading

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Memorial Day poetry… Ain’t no fucking good war…

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

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Memorial Day poetry.. I was only 19…

 I was just nineteen…. 15,000 day ago, he was a soldier. He learn the soldier’s minute, fight or die? kill or run? Young man thought he was saving his world, he came home,… Continue reading

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