Category Archive: coyote poet

Payment due…

Payment due A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                               Payment due The year 1991, late Winter. I finished my… Continue reading

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I called your name…

I called your name A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                             I called your name I called your name standing… Continue reading

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Purgatory Inn– Conversation with a Siren..

Purgatory Inn —  “Conversation with a Siren”   Always good company at the Purgatory Inn.  Chess games are being played. Long and deep conversation being done. Purgatory Inn, never closes and always entertaining. … Continue reading

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Purgatory Inn and no place to go..

Purgatory Inn and no place to go.     I have the long Island ice tea, fresh and cold, bartender keep them coming. They love the big tippers. Purgatory Inn is open early… Continue reading

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Folly..

Folly     Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost.     We can ascend and we can… Continue reading

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Three old poems. Young man eyes.

The whore bath A Poem by Coyote Poetry,  Written in 1992 Sometime we must think and make wise decisions. The whore bath Large shining teeth, telling me the way to heaven. I will find… Continue reading

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California poetry..

  Dear Clinton, Michigan   You told me often. Love wasn’t enough. The heart become too hidden with time and age. —— California isn’t enough   I called you beautiful Jenny and I… Continue reading

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Merle Haggard and some words.

  If we make it through December   Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was… Continue reading

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Frankie Valli and some words.

My eyes adored you   My sweet dream, my first dream and my last dream. I loved you  since you  were my sweet and kind friend. You gave always gentle and  sweet  words… Continue reading

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If I could, I would..

 If I could, I would. First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey, dear… Continue reading

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