Category Archive: whiskey

A new poem. Can’t go back

Can’t go back A Poem by Coyote Poetry After breaking a heart. Better not to look back. Can’t return back to the place of sweetness, after burning down the bridges with bad actions… Continue reading

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Please show me you love me.

Please show me you love me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Please show me you love me   I was a bleeding man. Old wounds allowed to bleed to keep safe.… Continue reading

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Please show me you love me

Please show me you love me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Please show me you love me I was a bleeding man. Old wounds allowed to bleed to keep safe. The… 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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Dear lover

Dear lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry People can fall together for the wrong reasons.                                  Dear lover I have learn too late. The words not spoken and the letters never written. Are… Continue reading

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A Michigan poem “Tender loving care”

Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward.                                      Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the… Continue reading

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“The walls and the damn mirror”

The walls and the damn mirrors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors                            The walls and the damn mirrors My father… Continue reading

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Drink of me my dear lover

Drink of me my dear lover A Story by Coyote Poetry More Texas story.                                Drink of me my dear lover I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and… Continue reading

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“Purgatory Inn”

(melikemelis.tumblr.com)   Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold. Bartender keep them coming. They love the big tippers. Purgatory Inn is open early… Continue reading

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“Everything was you and you were everything”

      Everything was you and you were everything Waking up alone. Booze, blood and nothing is all I got. I have gone crazy. I have find peace in loneliness. You were… Continue reading

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