Category Archive: alcohol

Beautiful Brigitte

      Beautiful Brigitte (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 38 years ago and today for my blue eyes Angel who picks me up and allow… Continue reading

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Stone face man

The stone face man                             A Poem by Coyote Poetry Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to… Continue reading

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A dance with Death

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind.                            … Continue reading

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Give and take

Give and take A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is a two-way street. Must give to receive.         Give and take Pretty woman spoke of love and hate in the same sentence. I… Continue reading

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San Francisco

San Francisco A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wild and fun city. The people were kind and the city was safe for people seeking good drink and a good time. I found this… Continue reading

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Let’s pretend

Let’s pretend A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime little is better than nothing.                                       Let pretend.… Continue reading

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Broken man prayers

Broken man prayers A Poem by Coyote Poetry We pay for every sin my friend. Walk softly through life. Real and solid things come to us rarely.              … Continue reading

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Cigarettes, sweet wine and you

Cigarettes, sweet wine and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places become better with time                                    Cigarettes, sweet wine and you I sat and waited with my Poet friend. I was the… Continue reading

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Liar’s prayer

Liar’s prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Reading ancient writers and computer was down. Started writing some new poetry. I hope you enjoy.                                   Liar’s prayer My kind and new friend. We sat… Continue reading

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Ancient floors

Ancient floors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better. The… Continue reading

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