Category Archive: madness

Like father…..

Like father. A Poem by Coyote PoetryBlood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face.                                       Like father…. I look in the mirror.What do I see? Have I become what… Continue reading

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The animal… Written in 1984….

( Johnnie Coyote in 1995 in Monterey.) The animal. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWho is the real loser in a war? Is there a winner? The prisoners may seem weak and controlled.   Their hope… Continue reading

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Dead ends…

Dead ends A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature.                  Dead ends… Brothers told no-one they… Continue reading

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Cold steel- Written in 1980.

 Cold steel… Baby, I told you.Ain’t no heart in my chest.I’m just a body that does the daily functions. I’m dead.I died a long time ago.I could tell you a story.But my words… Continue reading

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Forgive me.. Written in 1978…

Forgive me A Poem by Coyote PoetryI don’t believe forgiveness can be given. Time is the healer. Written in 1978. Forgive me… Please forgive me for what I did to you. I’m sorry I… Continue reading

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Andrea…

Andrea….I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook.“Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly. Old sorrow had… Continue reading

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The last man standing…

The last man standing A Poem by Coyote PoetryNot a happy story. A story to create logic and questions my friend.                                The last man standing…   Last person standing…. (Will the last man… Continue reading

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Coffee shop conversation…

Coffee shop conversation     A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games.                                    Coffee… Continue reading

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I was told…

(thekillmanual Been gone for a while. Portrait by Jordan Torri) Tumblr  amazing poet and writer Anna Childs     I was told     The prettiest and most dangerous lady, I was told… Continue reading

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Bad, bad woman

Bad, bad woman She was the finest lady at the Stray cat Inn. She was wearing her tight black dress showing off her strong legs and robust breasts. Her beautiful face was seeking… Continue reading

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