Monthly Archive: April, 2017

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Concrete angel

Concrete angel A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My… Continue reading

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“Leather and lace”

Leather and lace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song allowed us to create good poetry. Leather and lace I have played monster, demon and abuser. I was left with the gin and… Continue reading

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There is a swan bathing in my mouth.

Originally posted on live in the layers:
It was very hard for me to choose just one of the powerfully mystifying poems from Jane Wong’s recently-published first book, OVERPOUR, so I urge you to…

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Into the woods 

Originally posted on Withering Ambience :
Swoon’d, sedentary and still Ardently I remain’d for a while Inept to pull sight off Under a verdure-cloak’d roof Fie! My hackney’d study Where ennoble wits disembody Yield’d…

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An Ode to her juvenilia 

Originally posted on Withering Ambience :
I saw them not, with which her youth is fed but, I could feel all vigorous things purely bred. Thoughts of eminent deeds they were, some of grating…

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My Ann Arbor

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

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Use My Body While It’s Still Young Rebekka Karijord

Originally posted on WordMusing:
. . Use my body while it’s still young Celebrate the life in my bones My pounding heart Oh make it rush and run Use my arms to tie…

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Write, write and write come more-Reflections

Reflections A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words have great power. Use them well.                               Reflection Writers and Poets write reflections like a painter uses his gentle strokes to create permanent images of lingering… Continue reading

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Blessed be the the lovers

Blessed be the lovers Sweet bliss of the sweet kiss. Kind lovers rejoice in the tender touch of skin to soft skin. Where lovers roam into wild and dangerous places.  Fugitives for the… Continue reading

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