Monthly Archive: April, 2015

A amazing poem from a W.C writer “Child labour”

   (Tap the writer name Kousika. A amazing writer.) A small angel being orphaned A Poem by Kousika Feel of orphaned girl..Compares her with normal parented child life.. CHILD LABOUR Childhood.. What a great… Continue reading

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Quotes from Johnnie

I see you and you see me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can be felt and real love is earned. Just a few quotes. Enjoy your life and tried not to damage… Continue reading

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Bach

Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
Painting by Andrew Atroshenko A Bach concerto And the soul flies to heaven, Dances with universe. Those moments are out of time, a foretaste of Eden.

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“The brown eyes girl”

The brown eyes girl A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some woman make you wish you were young and free again. They bring to life the desire for you to want to be wild… Continue reading

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NO GREED NO NEED

Originally posted on VIETPHILOPOETRY:
If you can reducing your greed You can reducing your need If you lead a simple life Even with a complicated wife You will be happy like Socrates and reach the…

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“Just meat and tales of kisses”

Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quotes from Jack London book “When God laughs” “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It… Continue reading

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admitting…

Originally posted on varsha12345's Blog:
I never enjoyed admitting? That i needed someone? Because admitting that was like Admitting that i am? ?? Flesh and blood? Not stone . I can be…

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Let’s pray for the people of Kenya

      Prayer Tomorrow is Easter. In Kenya. Great mourning had began. 148 people murdered.  142 of the victims were students and three police officers and three soldiers were also killed. Killed… Continue reading

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Happy Easter “Existence of love”

Existence of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For dear Grandparent missed. Existence of love. Ice cream with a cherry. A safe warm house. A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and… Continue reading

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“Bounded love. Till my last breath.”

Bounded love. Till my last breath. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Children make us realize we are not so important. They give us hope and reason to be alive. Bounded love. Till my… Continue reading

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