Tag Archive: suicide

Words, never spoken..

Words, never spoken… Last year was very hard. 2024, I lost a family member to suicide. Today I miss her voice and I yearn to talk to her again. I miss her smile… Continue reading

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I hope I make it till the Spring.

I hope I make it till the Spring… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important after second brother committed suicide in 1989. I learn to be kind to… Continue reading

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The hanging tree..

The hanging tree… In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading

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Dead man walking..

Dead man walking..  Once alive man, now the drowning man. He sat alone in quiet apartment with the 30-30 on the table. He learned by two funerals, his life was wasted and he… Continue reading

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Silence and listen. Remembering Mindy McCready.

Silence and listen… Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind.  Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading

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We must be saved and we must save someone.

You have saved me A Poem by Coyote Poetry For the many people who gave me hope when I had none.” You have saved me.. I remember sitting alone. Holding two brothers photos.Suicide was… Continue reading

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Never talk to strangers.. Happy Halloween.

Never talk to a stranger.. The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “fifth street”.  It was Halloween eve. Low music and people seeking conversation. Pretty lady sat with me and she ordered… Continue reading

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Hell-bend highway..

Hell-bend highway A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some folks cannot be saved.” My Brother is free Always torn and never content. Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him. Whiskey and beer… Continue reading

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The gray whale..

The gray whale… Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at a empty walls. He is sitting at a small table. On the table a 30/30 rifle… Continue reading

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Hell-bend highway…

Hell-bend highwayA Poem by Coyote Poetry ” Some folks cannot be saved. “ My Brother is free…                       Always torn and never content.                       Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him.                       Whiskey and beer… Continue reading

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