Monthly Archive: February, 2017

“My Winter love”

My Winter love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Cold days seem to bring people closer. My winter love. I whispered your sweet name. My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory.… Continue reading

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“Family pictures”

Family pictures. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Kind people leave us with kind memories and show us how to live.                           Family pictures. Do we know when the final goodbye is? Did we… Continue reading

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“The good path”

The good path A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn with age. What we truly need.                           The good path Where do I go from here? I have made a thousand right and… Continue reading

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Regards

Regards  Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                             Regards I know love is never fair my dear lover. Need perfect timing, place and same need. Rarely do two people meet at the same… Continue reading

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Found

Originally posted on A Blind Man Walking:
alone, sunken in a cove, toes dug deep into sand, i piece together a heart of stones, much like you did when you found me scattered…

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“Old soldier”

Old Soldier   A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had seen and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long.… Continue reading

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Love All

Originally posted on Ramblings of the Claury:
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer. Ramblings of the Claury View original post

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Wake up…. 

Originally posted on Expresso Feeliwrity:
It was a December? It was a New Year….? It will be another day? To witness the existence of evil at bay….? And pardon me if it’s one…

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Only for you

(Thank you Yuriy Ku Drop for the amazing artwork. Needed muse for my writing) “Night Rain”, 2016-2017, Yuriy Ku Drop                            … Continue reading

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Utopia of the pen and the paper”

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                               Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading

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