Tag Archive: Drink

Dear Jenny

Dear Jenny A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Dear Jenny Johnnie drifting in and out of the Irish Pubs in downtown Monterey. Looking for his red hair beauty. When the beer and… Continue reading

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“Give and take”

Give and take A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is a two-way street. Must give to receive.           Give and take Pretty woman spoke of love and hate in the same sentence.… Continue reading

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Change

Change A Poem by Coyote Poetry Change is needed when we are locked in. Never know what is around the next turn?                                   Change I sat with a kid of 23 at a… Continue reading

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A dance with death.

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. A dance with Death. (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our… Continue reading

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The hills and the Apache.

The hills and the Apache A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem when I was seeking who I was. Written in 1992.                         The hills and the Apache I had a bottle… Continue reading

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You did not leave me my friend.

              You did not leave me my friend.   A Poem by Coyote Poetry   Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them.    … Continue reading

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A dance with death.

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. Sometime hard to separate real life from fiction.            … Continue reading

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Blinded. But not dead yet.

A old poem written in 1993. The coastline and kind people of the California  made me find dreams and hope. Blinded. But not dead yet. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem. Same… Continue reading

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Texas bars and Texas woman.

Texas bars and Texas woman (A old poem written in 1993. When I roam the Texas as a young man.) The Doctor told  me. “You are damn healthy. You must take care of… Continue reading

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You did not leave me my friend.

You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. You did not leave me my friend.Old man sat alone. Whiskey… Continue reading

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