Dedicated 💗 to my own mum primarily…
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  Thank you, mummy, for keeping me protected in your belly for nine consequent months 💗   Thank you, mummy, for keeping yourself awake to feed and nurture me as…
Monthly Archive: May, 2015
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A perfect night
A perfect night A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. wicked-naughty-diva wicked-naughty-diva:(Thank you Tumblr) A perfect night She was my forbidden temptation. She was my velvety sweet dreams that left me lingering as… Continue reading
One of my favorites. Russian roulette.
Russian roulette A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is taking chances. We will fall many times. If we are lucky. We will know peace one day. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Russian roulette Beautiful young woman… Continue reading
“Dangerous places and beautiful faces”
Dangerous places and beautiful faces. A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is good to walk upon the edge. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Dangerous places and beautiful faces. Dangerous places and secret rendezvous. To swim in… Continue reading
“The blue eyed girl
The blue eyed girl “When you got nothing to lose. Can’t fall too far my friends.” I told a group of Poets outside the Monterey book store. A blue eyed girl with hair… Continue reading
Happy Mother’s Day
Originally posted on Mon Ange:
?? Good day, Beautiful People! Happy Mother’s Day to all the natural and spiritual mothers, grandmothers in the world. This is a tribute to you all for all…
I needed a California poem. “Big Sur and Alisa Fineman”
Big Surf and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Big Sur and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989.… Continue reading
Summer Kisses
Summer kissed. Nothing more sweeter. A amazing poem by a talented writer.
When the war is over and Lay down your guns
Missing pieces I saw the great storms. 15,000 Soldiers standing their ground. They were willing to fight and die for old Glory. I stood with my friends and we were waited for the… Continue reading
More Texas poetry. “Her beauty had not blinded me” (Adult)
Her beauty has not blinded me She roamed like a old tom cat. Wearing her black clothing like a mask. She tied her hair up into a tight knot. She don’t look boyish.… Continue reading