Monthly Archive: October, 2019

“Drunk man calling”

Drunk man calling   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how we remember faces and places when alcohol open the door to memories.        Drunk man calling It is 3 am in the morning.… Continue reading

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“Never talk to a stranger”

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

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Happy Halloween poetry.

Halloween Santa A Story by Coyote Poetry Just words.                           Halloween Santa Grandpa told the boys. Stay away from the haunted farmhouse.… Continue reading

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please deliver these roses to the death tarot

Originally posted on Paisley's Prose:
Fear the reaper! That’s what they say. Yet truth be told, To him I’d rather pray. ? Guiding the river styx! So hollow, yet so kind. The…

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“Last chance saloon”

 Last chance saloon I was the Monday night closer manager at the Purgatory Inn. I was counting the money and a pretty lady was waiting for me. I watched her roll her cigarette… Continue reading

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The lady of the lake

Lady of the lake ——————————————————————————————- We loved the weeping willows trees by the lake, we loved the month of July and August. Once I wanted death and my lady of the lake, whispered… Continue reading

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November thoughts

   November thoughts Once I needed everything and I learned. Everything wasn’t needed. November is coming and the cooler and slower days I do love. I am in the November of my life.… Continue reading

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“If I had magic”

If I had magic Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy place. The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty. Perfect place to hide wishing wells and… Continue reading

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Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

A amazing poem.

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Tradita

Originally posted on alessandrasolina:
Tradita da un mucchietto di ossa. Una banderuola scricchiola: fermate il vento! Tutto cigola: sapori, ricordi, amori. Non volevo vedere. Oscurammo il sole e andammo avanti bendati. E così…

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