Tag Archive: Writing

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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I will take care of you.

I will take care of you.. In the dead of long night, our wandering mind find things lost and cannot be found. Old Johnnie sitting alone in the Jazz bar and he is… Continue reading

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Coffee shop conversation.

Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Poem by Coyote PoetryGood coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games.                                   … Continue reading

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Nothing last forever.

Nothing last forever… I told you often, nothing last forever. The veil of love is dangerous, make us dance and sing in the rain than teach us love can slip away and leave… Continue reading

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Old soldier.

Old Soldier A Story by Coyote PoetryOnly 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 being… Continue reading

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The madness train.

The madness train A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late.     The  Madness train…             I’m twisted up.            Hogties to bullshit.             I’m strangled with useless things.            I… 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 college… Continue reading

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A love letter.

A love letter.. Dear Julie.(I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seem to be at-ease when the sun… Continue reading

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The fingerprints.

The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading

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An empty book.

An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter.                                   An empty book… An empty book is a lonely story.The… Continue reading

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