Monthly Archive: June, 2013

It is alright my friend. Karma is a fair judge.

        It is alright my friend. Karma is a fair judge. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need peace and calm. Need to put away the anger.                            It is… Continue reading

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Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near.

Good whiskey, a old truck and pretty woman near. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The good days are not forgotten.                             Good whiskey, a old truck and  a pretty woman near. I was… Continue reading

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The damn road

The damn road A Poem by Coyote Poetry The road can tempt a man to escape even in the heat of paradise. The damn road   It was a  cold winter day in… 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. I learn to be kind to friends and family. Silence is better… Continue reading

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10 Commandments…

10 Commandments….

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Little boy blue.

Little boy blue. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When a child fall down. Someone must pick them up or they could be lost forever.                               Little boy blue Little boy blue lost in… Continue reading

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She is still my sweet dream.

                          She is still my sweet dream. (I knew life was unfair. Few times in a life you meet someone. Who set… Continue reading

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Sweet red wine.

Sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible.  Sweet red wine It was early fall. The sweet new wines… Continue reading

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Father’s burden. (Good to remember the people who taught us how to live.)

                                            Last day with my father. He left me with strength and wisdom. We must do the right things. Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate laughter… Continue reading

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Souvenirs

                                                                                                                     Grandparent                                                    Grandparent. Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age.                    Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big… Continue reading

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