Monthly Archive: December, 2020

Young man words, poetry.

The whore bath A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must think and make wise decisions, written sometime in the eighties.)” The whore bath…..  Large shining teeth.Telling me the way to heaven.  I will find… Continue reading

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Remembering Rachel Corrie and some words.

Dreams and the great Dreamers (My Christmas hope. We stand together to stop the coronavirus. I pray the anger of many turn to healing. Winter is coming and we must learn. One people… Continue reading

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Let it be…

(Johnnie in Santa Cruz, 1992.) Let it be Old man sitting alone.                Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove.                You can see the Pacific ocean forever.                Miles of the beautiful and… Continue reading

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A love story….

We didn’t know, love was like a fleeing butterfly. We tried to hold the wind, we tried to stop time, we held our kisses long and sweet. We didn’t know. Love words, love… Continue reading

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Protected And Safe

Originally posted on Think About These Things:
Darkness swirls through my waking dreams, fears and irrationalities But the comforting pat from a mother’s hand in the night to calm me Huge waves threaten…

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Leftover wine…

 Leftover wine In Austin, Texas. Pretty woman confessed her sins to the bar room poet. He listen to her tale and he caught glimpses of soft tears falling for things that were in… Continue reading

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You forgave me..

You forgave me I remember us. We were something. I chased you till you couldn’t run no-more. I promised you the moon, I promised you a ancient love. Drinking aged wine and dancing… Continue reading

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What you give with hopeful heart, you will get more…

What you give with hopeful heart, you will get more. If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be… Continue reading

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Keep you..

Keep you I remember the day you saved me.Your gentle eyes of hazel green saw me andyou caressed my face with your soft hands and you whispered.“Been too long dear Johnnie and you… Continue reading

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My poem “The nameless child” published in Scarlet Leaf Review

Powerful poetry and words shared by a talented writer. Andrada Costoiu * A Passion 4 Life The nameless child by Andrada Costoiu Photo: George Hodan, “Sad Boy”  ​The bomb that fell flattened his… Continue reading

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