Category Archive: alcohol

Endings and beginnings

                                         First love. Last love?                  … 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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My wild Texas rose

My wild Texas rose A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song make us write. My wild Texas rose Kind mistress night brought her to me. The Austin, Texas bars brought people from all… Continue reading

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The nectar of you

The nectar of you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and very good places.         The nectar of you She gave me gestures of kindness. Openly opening the door of friendship. Her… Continue reading

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Bad to the bone

Bad to the bone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good music took me to good days and places. Bad to the bones (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know… Continue reading

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“A dance with death. ” Warning can come from unknown sources.

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind.  A dance with Death.(If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways.… Continue reading

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One of my favorite. “Purgatory Inn and no place to go”

Purgatory Inn and no place to go. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories get better with time.                             Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea… 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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A old poem. Needed a good one tonight. “Spin the bottle”

Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.                    Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. Told me. “Damn if you… Continue reading

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