Monthly Archive: December, 2020

December morning and a Lakota Lullaby

December morning… The days of December are here. Kind earth is resting and we must become Winter people. The fire are burning and grandfathers must become the story tellers. He must entice the… Continue reading

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Please sing me a lullaby, my sweet lady.

Please sing me a lullaby, my sweet lady A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some words.                         Please sing me a lullaby, my sweet… Continue reading

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Celestial

Originally posted on Random Thoughts By A Floating Star:
Existential planes otherworldly realms My soul wants more of the unknown Unanswered reasonings of life purposes My own endearing subconscious to cleanse Hauntings of…

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As pretty as a perfect painting.

As pretty as a perfect painting A Poem by Coyote Poetry                            As pretty as a perfect painting (Thank you Tumbir art)… Continue reading

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The island- Chapter ten and eleven.

The Island- Chapter ten Delia held the embrace and he felt safe in her arms. She released him and she touched his face. She told him. You will touch soil on every continent.… Continue reading

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Mercy- some little poems.

Mercy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Three lines poems.                                                  … Continue reading

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Just a dance in the clouds, dear lover.

 Just a dance in the clouds dear lover Once I knew wanderlust, I wanted to swim in the seven seas, I wanted to find sacred places in our world, I wanted to dance in… Continue reading

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | AN EPIC POEM SHATTERED INTO WARM RAIN – BÀI TRƯỜNG CA VỠ RA MƯA ẤM

Outstanding poetry shared by a talented writer. Please read and share.

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My Michigan dream..

My Michigan dream “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here,I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe. You are… Continue reading

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The Bacchus prayer..

The Bacchus prayer She whispered, come hither, come near. The setting moon is watching us learn the Bacchus prayer.“Chainless souls, love the maddest nights. Those who drink and they know laughter. They love… Continue reading

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