Category Archive: madness

_You are me and I’m you

You are me and I’m you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Little separate us. All people want to live.                    You are me and I’m… Continue reading

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“I hope I make it till the Spring”

I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family. Silence is better… Continue reading

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Please come home to me.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just good song and story.                       Please come home to me I called you from Monterey. I told… Continue reading

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“Utopia of the pen and the paper”

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                               Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading

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Define war? How do you teach a child. Why men are killed in war?

Grandson asked A Poem by Coyote Poetry Would be a better world if we saw with the eyes of the children.                                     Grandson said Memorial poetry I stopped by the nearby location for… Continue reading

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Cocoa beach

Cocoa beach A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places and old memories Cocoa beach I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa… Continue reading

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Old man wisdom “It is cut and dried.”

It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same.                     It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading

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We must stand our ground and do the right things. “The whore bath”

(Right or wrong decisions. We must learn to live with them) The whore bath A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must think and make wise decisions. The whore bath Large shining teeth.… Continue reading

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What is life? A race or a walk? “The wild and the tamed”

The wild and the tamed A Poem by Coyote Poetry Is is better to play dead or create fear?                             The wild and the tamed. Some men don’t fear death. They don’t believe… Continue reading

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“Blood and wine”

Blood and wine. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life teaches us many things. Sometime we must fight for the good things in our life.                        Blood and wine. Most of us are just… Continue reading

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