Tag Archive: New York City

“My last stand will be in New York city”

My last stand will be in New York city. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Two brother die by own hands. I dream of a place to find peace. My last stand will be… Continue reading

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New York city light chapter 7-8. New chapter

The New York city lights-Set-up and conversation. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter.   The New York city lights Me and Dorthy were left alone. Our friendly bartender and the manager… Continue reading

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Nature

Short poems for nature. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to protect nature and the free animal of the earth and the sea.                                Mother Earth Her dress is of the green… Continue reading

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The New York city lights

The New York city lights. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. Please enjoy I left Iraq in the Winter of 1992. I was sent to Fort Dix, New Jersey.  I took… 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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Part three. New York city. “The Chelsea Hotel”

The Chelsea Hotel A Chapter by Coyote Poetry The third chapter. I hope you enjoy.                                    The Chelsea Hotel We were served the Lombardi’s pizza. We chose the deep-dish pizza. Recommended by the… Continue reading

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Trying to lose your memory

Trying to lose your memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry written in 1992                        Trying to lose your memory I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of… Continue reading

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2500 miles away from you

2500 miles away from you A Poem by Coyote Poetry We hope distance and separation can make sadness forgotten. It doesn’t.                            2500 miles from you On a Winter day in 1989. We… Continue reading

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My last stand will be in New York city. New York city make the mind come alive.

My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City. Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin. Whispering stories of things to come.… Continue reading

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My last stand will be in New York city.

My last stand will be in New York city. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Two brother died by own hands. I dream of a place to find peace.          … Continue reading

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