Monthly Archive: August, 2015

water and fire

Water and fire A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Water and fire I told the Irish beauty in the tavern In Austin, Texas. Some men are dying and some men are living.… Continue reading

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Dance into the Wild

Originally posted on Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog – Isis Tratum:
Dance into the Wild 10 August 2015   Courtesy wildwomansisterhood.com   Darkness splits from light Silver rays of moon beckon Unseen worlds will…

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–Liar’s prayer

Liar’s prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Reading ancient writers and computer was down. Started writing some new poetry. I hope you enjoy.  https://youtu.be/KzFQokknfU8                                   Liar’s prayer My kind and new friend. We… Continue reading

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Something to think about …. “Which one is the Beast?”!!

Originally posted on It Is What It Is:
~~August 9, 2015~~  ANIMAL RIGHTS POEM  All of them Big or small. Protection is needed for them all. No matter how minuscule or how vast.…

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–Quiet echos and secluded places.

Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed.  https://youtu.be/tcSM0v9XcWA                                Quiet echos and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the… Continue reading

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.GHOSTLY.

A amazing poem by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy her work.

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P.s. I do not exist

Amazing poetry and thoughts by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.

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A woman, like you.

A woman like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry https://youtu.be/tIdIqbv7SPo Few people can bring you from self made hell. When a sweet woman offer a soft hand and love. Even the dead can… Continue reading

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Oh my lover

https://youtu.be/CqwVCOuQK6w Oh my lover Kisses not resisted. Interlacing bodies twisted-up in the Texas two-step. The hot Texas nights and lonely souls sharing time and the long Island ice tea. Sweet lady whispered. No… Continue reading

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One of my favorite poems. –If I was the king of the forest.

IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams.                          If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous… Continue reading

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