Category Archive: poetry

The Chelsea Hotel…

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

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The Purgatory Inn part two

The Purgatory Inn part two A Poem by Coyote PoetryI needed a night at the Purgatory Inn.                                       The Purgatory Inn -part two On the wall of the Purgatory inn behind the bar. A… Continue reading

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Blessed be the lovers

 Blessed be the lovers… Sweet bliss of the sweet kiss. Kind lovers rejoice in the tender touch of skin to soft skin.Where lovers roam into wild and dangerous places.  Fugitives for the revisits… Continue reading

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The poet, the dancer and the artist.

The poet, the dancer and the artist. A Story by Coyote Poetry June poetry number seventeen.                     The poet, the dancer and the artist… It… Continue reading

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Tell me again how God is good.

Originally posted on end of line.:
Edward Hopper Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time futureAnd time future contained in time past.If all time is eternally presentAll time is unredeemable.What…

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Three fingers of the Johnnie Walker..

Three fingers of the Johnnie Walker. He went back to Aberdeenshire in the Fall of his life. He found a place to drink and to watch the sea. He wrote in his notebook.… Continue reading

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Three fingers of the Wild Turkey whiskey for the USA flag.

Three fingers of the Wild Turkey whiskey for the USA flag. Some dummy want to replace our USA flag. The flag we love and honor. I know my USA isn’t perfect and I… Continue reading

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Grandfather’s roses

Grandfather’s roses My grandfather told me often. We must be like the rose. She sleeps the complete Winter and rebirth yearly stronger and more beautiful. In the hard days of Winter, she is… Continue reading

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Elizabeth Will Escape

Originally posted on Eternal Voyage:
Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer. Eternal Voyage View original post

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Old soldier…

Old soldiers… He had a hard face and he was drinking his whiskey and Miller beer. He was a retired soldier drinking alone in the dancing/bowling tavern near the Seaside beach. His hard… Continue reading

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