Category Archive: photo

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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Bloody Mary..

A bloody Mary A pretty girl sat alone and I introduced myself. My name is Johnnie and I sat near her. She told me, my name is Paloma and she sat in a… Continue reading

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Humble and kind..

Humble and kind The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life and he knew. He knows too… Continue reading

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Dear Michigan…

Dear Michigan   —- Treasure memories     Dark taverns, strong drink and I’m thinking of you. Pretty Austin, Texas girl with strawberry red hair sitting near me. She smelled like you. She… Continue reading

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Beach day- 19 June 2020- Michigan

Beach day   We need  the beach days. please still keep your distance, enjoy the days of Summer.  

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The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man…

The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man       She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas.  I went nightly and I waited for… Continue reading

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Michigan Coronavirus day June 4.

Beach day   Grandchildren are enjoying the day, the high school kids are create memories. The warm days of Summer, where we can find the lakes, be sun-kissed by the warm sun and… Continue reading

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Michigan Memorial day

A willow tree       When I am done, bury me under a willow tree. I love the willow trees, they reach for the sun and they hug the earth.   Dancing… Continue reading

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Memorial day

My oldest and best friend.     You became my father in 1980, you were kind to me and I remember you. I lost you, death called the old soldier home. You were… Continue reading

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Call a friend, may need a voice. (If I make it till the Spring.)

  I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem written in 1989. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family.… Continue reading

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