Monthly Archive: June, 2021

We are born to live…

We are born to live A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhat we do today is important. Yesterday is gone and tomorrow isn’t here yet.                      … Continue reading

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Affliction

Originally posted on Tea & Transparency:
First come the dancing flames, bowing with the wind. A protracted shiver, like an electric shock, dances through your spine. Oh please, yes, do struggle for the…

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The prettiest gal in town…

The prettiest gal in town A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words for a pretty memory. The prettiest gal in town… She wore her Summer dresses year around. She loved the Monterey weather and she… Continue reading

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The cold night whispered…

 The cold night whispered…. The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once  great love turn indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading

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Hide and seek…

Hide and seek….. Once we were brave, once we were unafraid of the ending, once we loved the beginning. I found you bare and alone, laying in a shallow grave, waiting for no-one.… Continue reading

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Medicinal Plants of Brittany

Amazing knowledge shared.

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The first I saw your face…

The first time I saw your face…. I found lonely road and Godless heart. I was seeking good death and I was a leftover life waiting for no-one and nothing. I was roaming… Continue reading

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You can’t return from where you left..

You can’t return from where you left. A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld poem from 1993 with a re-write                               You can’t return from where you left…. (A Poet, is one, who believes and one… Continue reading

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In memory of the Strawberry Moon

Originally posted on The Waves of Poetry:
Contentment by Maxfield Parrish ~Love has more shades than the sky itself.~ When I let go of your hand many moons ago, deep down, I knew…

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Lady of the lakes…

Lady of the lake ——————————————————————————————- We loved the weeping willows trees by the lake, we loved the month of July and August. Once I wanted death and my lady of the lake, whispered… Continue reading

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