Monthly Archive: March, 2017

SHAMING THE STORMY SEAS

Originally posted on – MIKE STEEDEN –:
(regarding the legend behind female figureheads on ships) under the fraudulent cover of a soporific oh, so slender decresent moon a harem of brazenly snooping sparkling…

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Forest of dreams

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“Always on my mind”

Always on my mind A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song lead to good memory. Always on my mind Love alive or concealed. Leave us wishing for things lost. Beautiful faces and places… Continue reading

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Peace will come,if. At least by one.

Peace will come, even if. At least by one. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A 1979 poem with a rewrite. Peace will come, even if, only by one. Old man sat by the… Continue reading

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Taint

Originally posted on Love Read Write Die:
Surrounded by people, you live for the crowd, You’re happy and funny and eager and loud, They love you and hug you and scream out your…

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Yesterday’s Path

Originally posted on Leonas Lines–Poetry Plus:
I chose to walk with Yesterday Leaving my present glade of time I gazed at memories I stood upon regrets Mired in the past That I couldn’t…

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I was condemn after looking at your face

coyotepoet reblogged insanamentelm coyotepoet                                                      I was condemn after I saw your face   I was looking for the wide open road and  some kind of freedom. She sat alone on a barren… Continue reading

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“Like a whisper”

Like a whisper   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                      Like a whisper (This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way… Continue reading

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Except smell

Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
I did not speak your language until I learned in the dust of play communicating with shapes and funny faces then I understood more until giving away who I…

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The season of love -part three

The seasons of love We left the tavern and she held my hand tightly and the night was warm.  She took me to the Boebingen lake. We sat by the lake in a… Continue reading

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