Monthly Archive: April, 2021

I don’t remember how you look…

I don’t remember how you look A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time.                                  I don’t remember how you look… I don’t remember how you… Continue reading

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Holy as love…

A moment, of forever….                      “Holy as love… You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle.We found a safe place to keep warm, we… Continue reading

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My Bonnie girl

My Bonnie gal… I returned to Glasgow in late 1979. I was trying to find a memory, a kind memory. In the Spring of 1978, a beautiful Bonnie girl loved me so. She was… Continue reading

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The Choice

Originally posted on Kaushal Kishore:
The change is inevitable,adaptation is a choice.. The death is inevitable,living is a choice.. The pain is inevitable,suffering is a choice.. The books are available,reading is a choice..…

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Folly….

Folly… Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost. We can ascend and we can fall, the echoes of… Continue reading

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Texas rose

Texas rose… The sweetest gal in Texas told me. Please give me your address and I will write you when you are gone. I told her, she was a treasure, a blessing to… Continue reading

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In Collaboration with Mr Paul Brookes ~ Artists ~ Writers~ NAPOWRIMO 2021~ Day Four :

Originally posted on POETIC OCEANS:
In Response to Jane Cromwell’s Art Work Is it the river of life? No, it cannot be, it is too dark.Is it the underworld with Letheflowing on, falling…

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…EXTRAÑO MANANTIAL… STRANGE SPRING…

Beautiful words and thoughts shared. Can be translated.

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Thank you for the dance…

Thank you for the dance…. Once, by the sea. We confessed love to each other and to the Pacific ocean. Once, we danced. Danced for the moon and for the stars above. Once,… Continue reading

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Love had no pride…

Love had no pride… Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once, my… Continue reading

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