Tag Archive: poetry

“Don’t ask for less”

Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote Poetry In life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached.                                 Don’t ask for less Echos of memories and… Continue reading

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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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by Pryde Foltz-Amazing verbal poetry.

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My California poetry. I miss the sea. “The Coastline”

The Coastline I fell in love with her on a December morning. I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty. Her power. I walk quickly to her. She was… Continue reading

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“Ribbons and gold”

Ribbons and gold A Poem by Coyote Poetry With time we learn the real value of living.                    Ribbons and gold. Once I plunged into work and making money. I was led by… Continue reading

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“Grandson asked”

Grandson asked A Poem by Coyote Poetry Would be a better world if we saw with the eyes of the children.                                     Grandson said Memorial poetry I stopped by the nearby location for… Continue reading

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“Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen”

Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading

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Some Michigan poetry. “TLC”

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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Traveling and rambling man

Traveling and rambling man Old Johnnie sat alone in the tavern in the city of Austin, Texas. Drinking Long Islands ice tea and accepted his time and place. He knew. You decide your… Continue reading

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“Souvenirs”

Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age.                      Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big Surf. Sea shells… Continue reading

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