Monthly Archive: May, 2020

Clare Means songs and some quotes.

Love will come, when we are willing to let her in.——–     Tasting death bitterness had taught me to love, life sweetness more.——–     Women, who love the sorrow, rarely will… Continue reading

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A self portrait…

  A self portrait The landscape of a righteous life. Can be gentle brushstrokes of restless memories and pretty faces. Old age create clarity and the once fire and brimstone man became the sleeping… Continue reading

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My Love Is Like The Fragrant Myrrh

Beautiful use of words.

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Wildflowers…

Wildflowers     I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regret dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t seek forgiveness, I know you cannot… Continue reading

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Free bird…

(We will miss freedom when she is gone. Don’t give away your rights away to think freely, to wander freely and be free to decide your life. Nothing is free. When the government… Continue reading

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Man Has Made Quite A Mess Of Things…

Originally posted on Toni Roberts' Photojournal of Self-Transformation:
Flowers On Window Altar – Arrangement/Photography by Toni Roberts Gaia is now cleaning House… The Planet is re–Ordering ItSelf… And NO…It does not need your…

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Everyone is a river…

Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem, for new book, The Island.                                     … Continue reading

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We lies, we died and I still wanted you…

We lies, we died and I still wanted you We lay in a bed of mercy, you and I, we bleed-out all the kindness we once knew. You told me often, “my soldier,… Continue reading

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Forgive me, my darling… ~Dedicated to E.

Originally posted on The Waves of Poetry:
The Soul of the Rose by John William Waterhouse, 1908. Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May by John William Waterhouse, 1909. The Crystal Ball by John…

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In The Woods

Originally posted on Signs From the Other Side:
Photo by R.E. Howell The woods were my home. Unfettered freedom there. Leaping over fallen trees, Competing with no one but myself. Running until I was out of…

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