Monthly Archive: November, 2015

Violence

Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
They beat, rape and kill This is the usual ways of The patriarchy. Don’t keep silent! It might be Your daugther or your sister…

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Whiskey nights

Whiskey nights A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Whiskey nights Sitting alone at the Boneyard  Tavern.  Just another tavern in another lonesome city.  I was listening to Hank William Jr. songs and… Continue reading

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“Maybe I can’t see, maybe it’s just me”…

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

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–So Beautiful

So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful  as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up… Continue reading

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She serene me

She serene me with the sweet words of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words of love leave us weak and needing more.                                 She serene me with the sweet words of love… Continue reading

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Afghani Women Before Taliban

Originally posted on Free Choice:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KmZoXQ0noDA&index=3&list=PLmH3I5hKwHWYuX61KoYi8bKXmPr9MhVqG&spfreload=10 ? In the 1916’s and 1925’s Afghanistan adopted  more western ideals influenced by the colonizer culture. but after 1991 Taliban came into power and enforced a lot…

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-The sweetest things

The sweetest things I have saw so many beautiful places and I have walked on places of mystery and ancient grounds. I have watched the sea rise and fall. I have danced with … Continue reading

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-The missing pieces

The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.    … Continue reading

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–Secret love

Secret love A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Let’s the bells ring, and let the boy sing, let the cup go around.” John Fletcher    Secret love You bare your words, exposing secret places… Continue reading

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Ann Arbor

Ann Arbor A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Ann Arbor The drunken poet drank his  Jack Daniel and cold tap beer in the Michigan tavern. A young man sat with and ordered… Continue reading

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