Tag Archive: Whisky

“Old Soldier”

Old Soldier (A soldier life is a hard one. Career soldiers lead by example. Never leave a brother to die alone) A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had… Continue reading →

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“My lovely Beatrice

My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry               My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the ages with one… Continue reading →

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Endings and beginnings

                                         First love. Last love?                  … Continue reading →

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Arousing illusion

    Arousing illusion A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need temptation to make us wish and expand want and need. Arousing illusion Old man told the kid sitting with him at the… Continue reading →

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“Tender loving care”

Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward.                                      Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the… Continue reading →

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Barefoot dreams

Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age.      Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading →

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Trying to lose your memory

Trying to lose your memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry written in 1992                        Trying to lose your memory I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of… Continue reading →

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Tavern poetry. The best kind. “Let’s pretend”

Let’s pretend A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime little is better than nothing.                                       Let’s… Continue reading →

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Tavern poetry. The best kind. “Anything goes”

Anything goes She sat next to me on the empty stool. Her sweet perfume I breathe in. I gave  her a big Michigan smile. She returned the smile. We talks and drank for… Continue reading →

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Old poetry with a rebirth “Disease”

    Disease     Two strangers sat together. Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man. Told him. “I was once a beauty once. Men begged for my attention.”… Continue reading →

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