Monthly Archive: March, 2021

Poetry Showcase on Megha Sood in Fevers of the Mind Anthologies

Originally posted on Fevers of the Mind:
Nothingness Some days are like dayswhere sorrow creeps outfrom every nook and cornertrying to pull you in like hoarfrost on the succulentsthe bright shining deathshining through…

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If it be your will….

If it be your will …. A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. If it be your will… My dear Winter love. I held you so tightly in the long cold Winter days and nights.We… Continue reading

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The wildflowers

Me and you,.. we found the holy ground of nature, in the field of the wildflowers, we swam in the beauty of her grace. She blessed us with her caress. I told you.… Continue reading

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A Tom Jones song and “If I had magic.”

   If I had magic…. Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy places.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide the wishing wells and… Continue reading

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I am still alive….

 I am still alive…. She told me, soldier, bleed no-more. What is done, is done. Like a Hemingway story. Twisted roads lead to our proper place. I looked at the dark eyes Gypsy… Continue reading

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My Translation of Marina Tsvetaeva’s Cycle “Girlfriend” – Part 6

Originally posted on The Waves of Poetry:
Illustration:?‘Winter’ by Édouard Bisson (French, 1856-1939) My Translation: *** How merrily the snowflakes brightened Your—grey, my—sable fur, How at the Christmas fair excited We looked for…

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Fading

Originally posted on Proud Humbled Man:
Though the weight of the world left you unfazed, Weight held a burden you couldn’t bear. Though your flesh left you willingly, I guess your bones were…

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Mantra for a Hummingbird

Please read the amazing poetry of a talented writer.

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“A sea the colour of despair” #poem #poetry #verse #writers #WritingCommunity

Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
A sea the colour of despair Churned sands of sorrowful mien Beneath cold steel sky A’mottle with clouds of grubby countenance One tempest filled day As brute shards…

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Passing through…

 Passing through…. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading

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