Monthly Archive: August, 2017

Poet’s Love Song

Originally posted on Brave & Reckless:
In Honor of National Poetry Month ? I see you Yes, you poet You who lives Behind the misty veil Dwelling in the border Between this world…

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Beautiful faces

Beautiful faces and passionate kisses. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be young in heart. Willing to rebirth love and desire everyday of an life.                     Beautiful faces and passionate kisses When… 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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Of Love and the Rains

Originally posted on Poems in a Coffer:
The rains once again are here to remind how fervently I loved you with every bit of my might falling from the vertex of boundless soars…

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Everyday Poetry

Originally posted on Brave & Reckless:
Poetry exists in small perfect moments sun warmed hair sea breeze tickling skin toes planted in sand gentle crash of surf smell of beach plums and salt…

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SPIRIT CHILD

Originally posted on The Scribe Ark:
Child of a thousand fathers The gloom that hunts the cradle Breaker of mothers By mischief of forces primordial That is what I am …Abiku And my…

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“Iodine”

Iodine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Iodine For years I have swim in shit and I didn’t care. I dodged the longing, belonging and needy want of love. I learn love… Continue reading

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The raging water

 —–                          The raging water I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m  writing though-out the night just words into the… Continue reading

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“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 in the middle of night. My sweet dreams bring your… Continue reading

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The sweet innocent Palm.

Originally posted on MY VALIANT SOUL:
The shambolic evening sings music With petals of petunia in my thigh I mock at the hypocrite crowd The masked souls, enough of charcoal tonight I shall…

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