Monthly Archive: December, 2019

Sonnet: Naked in the Sun

Originally posted on Timeless Classics:
***** Unclad are lovely maidens carved in stone When posed as statuary on the lawn Grouped gracefully, or standing each alone Their charms exposed for all to gaze…

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Alisa Fineman and some words.

   A safe place to go Once we were wild horses, once we loved the wide open road. Once all we needed was holding and loving each other though-out the long days and… Continue reading

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Our world. And Merry Christmas…

Our world A Poem by Coyote Poetry Merry Christmas my friends.”                                     Our world… Grandchild play with… Continue reading

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She wore flowers in her hair.

She wore flowers in her hair A Poem by Coyote Poetry A re-write  She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my place in life, I decide… Continue reading

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I will sing the blues for you.

 I will sing the blues for you Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true. My baby left me, I’m so… Continue reading

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Scavenger

Originally posted on Chelarose:
If our love only existed In the vodka flavoured Whispers we traded When the world was asleep Then it would be everlasting. But it existed in the kitchens Where…

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Love is like, a flower garden

(Love is like a flower garden A Poem by Coyote Poetry ” Just words. “)   (A Poem by Coyote Poetry We forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved… Continue reading

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Angels dancing, too close to the earth

  (Angel dancing, too close to the earth. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Beautiful song.)   Angels dancing, too close to earth   Pretty wishes, deadly journeys led me to the… Continue reading

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My Bonnie girl

My Bonnie gal   I am going to Aberdeen, to be near the sea. I am waiting for a miracle, my Scotland blessing.   I have loved the ginger-hair girl, eyes of hazel… Continue reading

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The Trees Remember

Originally posted on Bernadette Flynn Author:
Dappled light warms the nutrient soil through dew laden boughs, wreathed in the scent of pine and rich, dark earth – I stand;Barefoot. The vibrations of the…

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