Man up or Woman up.

Man up or Woman up.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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Tire of people who have too much time to cry and complain.

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Man up or Woman up.

I'm tire of hearing about Tate.
This is a poetry site.
For words to be enjoyed.

Tire of the crying, moaning and useless words.
This isn't a message center.
Need a hot date.
Find a dating service.

Living, dying and trying to spread separation.
Just move on.
Man up or Woman up.
No room for tender hearts.
I asked for honest opinions.
I been told. Learn to write by the best writer's on the site.

I Man's up.
Tried to write better.
Thank you for the honest reviews.
Want no negative words or review.
Leave comment and rating deleted.

If Hemingway was alive.
He would tell you.
Man up and learn to accept criticism with a open mind.

No-one like a crybaby.

Tate is a good man. He isn't perfect.
I'm far from a perfect writer.
I write on most of my poetry.

Never too old to learn.
Please assist a old writer with mistakes.
I accept the help with thankfulness.

                       Coyote

© 2013 Coyote Poetry


Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
Time to become a writing site again. Not a popularity contest or a bitch session..

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I found this poem ironic...
It is a poem that becomes a personal rant. The very thing your poem is attacking.
The grammar give me the flavor of cultural dialect instead of "proper" English and I will assume that was your intent.
I had to smile at this circle of human behavior...
We are so much alike and we have so much trouble admitting it.
I understand you premise and I understand your frustrations, but I love this site. The good, bad and the ugly. This is human interaction with a lot of the filters removed. It is bound to get messy from time to time.
Keep writing your heart and this will be a writing site...

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Here is my take on this, sooner or later things get a little weird and crazy, but I keep going, ya know? In a lot of ways life is one big popularity contest and b***h session too boot. But I keep going ya know. If i consider six pieces of writing read a day equal to finding $5 on the street.


Just the luck of the draw, ya know. Your numbers have always been good, and a lot of other folk. Just let it roll and let it settle and it will be what it will be.

(New update on account it just hit me)
The mistake was when WC started letting people comment on reviews, it turned crazy but I guess it was coming. I'm guilty of it, but it is my new rule not to do it anymore, unless it I actually have to explain something than I will message the person. But it comment review turned into IMDB threads.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote-

You are right of course. Poets...we use words with wild abandon and they do take us to some interesting places. We're in a speakeasy here and our drink of choice is ink. Sometimes we just don't know when to just shut up and write beyond the boundaries of our pettiness. You'll want to add another o at the end of never too old. : )

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

11 Years Ago

I will add the "O". Thank you.
you write with heart, no mistaking that

and i quite agree

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

11 Years Ago

Thank you Emily. We need to return to a friendly site. Writing should be for pleasure.

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A Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..

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