Tag Archive: Writing

When the drinker prays.

When the drinker prays. Once brave man, once soldiers, once business man and now a grandfather. He watched his world fall into madness and he pours three fingers of Gentleman Jack. Once he… Continue reading

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Pretty pictures.

Pretty pictures. I loved love, but love didn’t love me. I told the pretty Austin, Texas gal. I adored her bare shoulders and her black dress that draped her skin tightly. She smiled… Continue reading

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The simple rules.

The simple rules. “Do not wrong or hate your neighbor, for it is not him that you wrong, you wrong yourself.”Thomas Wildcat AlfordShawnee “The grandfathers and the grandmothers are in the children: teach… Continue reading

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Old love.

Old love. She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading

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The Coyote and the Raven dance.

The Coyote and Raven dance. The coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading

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A song of forever.

A song of forever. A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shunned love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading

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The world is crying. Old words, same meaning.

The world is crying A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I found this poem in a old book. It is 43 years old.  (Please do not forget Renee and Alex. Please remember the cities under… Continue reading

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Highway 80 called me.

Highway 80 called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the long highway.                                   Highway 80 called me I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow, I got… Continue reading

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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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Who are you?

Who are you? I love the book “The picture of Dorian Gray.” When reading or listening to the amazing book. You question yourself. Who am I? I question you, my friend. Who are… Continue reading

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