Category Archive: music

You can’t go back

You can’t go back to A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words You can’t go back to I wanted everything and I wanted nothing. You held me so tightly. Made me feel so… Continue reading

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Some Michigan Poetry. “She had wildflowers in her hair”

She had wildflowers in her hair A Poem by Coyote Poetry Haunting story and memories can feel like someone else had lived it. Sometime all we have is wildflowers dreams to hold on… Continue reading

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Nothing left to lose and Taylor Monsen

Nothing left to lose I lay in the silence of deadening silence. All dreams dead and buried when you left me alone. You were my savior and my killer. I remember the first… Continue reading

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I needed a California poem. “Big Sur and Alisa Fineman”

Big Surf and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline.                             Big Sur and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989.… Continue reading

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Good song to take us back to better days

Better days You were so pretty and I was so young. We had wine and the good song humming to us from the radio.  I told you. I will love you my love… Continue reading

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The blue dress

The blue dress A Poem by Coyote Poetry Harry Chapin song took me to good places and memories. The blue dress I found you sitting alone at your family party. Your once fiery… Continue reading

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Blood in, Blood out

Blood in, Blood out A Poem by Coyote Poetry A eye for a eye world. No-one can win. When hate and violence steal all the kindness and hope. What will be left my… Continue reading

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Taylor Monsen and Pretty reckless. Good song.

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Poetry for love “In your eyes”

In your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can feel like kings or paupers when a woman bless you with love and kindness.            In your eyes In your eyes. I’m everything,… Continue reading

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Fore New York city. “The Chelsea hotel”

The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns… Continue reading

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