Monthly Archive: August, 2021

Idyllic places…

Idyllic places A Poem by Coyote PoetryPoetry for the book I am writing, the island.                              Idyllic places… We shall know… Continue reading

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Scottish kisses…

“The sweetest Scottish gal kisses My gun are locked away. My mind and my body is tire. I came to Aberdeenshire to remember a memory. Once young brave soldier told his auburn hair… Continue reading

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My secret love

My secret love… Once brave man is quiet now. Bloody life led him to lonely place and the Monterey bay. He called a old phone number and he listened. A sweet voice whispered.… Continue reading

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wilted and blossomed

Powerful words and thoughts shared.

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Just some words and a beautiful song.

“You can’t wait until life isn’t hard anymore until you decide to be happy.” Nightbirde                          Just some words…. (My birthday poem.… Continue reading

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An August morning and prayer

An August morning… The days of August are here. Kind earth is alive and the children want to run. The fire are burning and the grandfathers/ Grandmothers must become the story tellers. He… Continue reading

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Come away with me…

Come away with me A Poem by Coyote PoetryNeed a beach, a kind woman and no-place to be Come away with me…. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs. You… Continue reading

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A little bit longer…

A little bit longer…. Somewhere in time, we knew the taste of love. Please hold be closer, whisper a gentle goodbye.——————————————————————————————–I loved you always. You were my Fall love, my Winter delight, my… Continue reading

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The Skin of my Heart

Originally posted on Secret First Draft: Member of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective:
Candice Louisa Daquin/The Feathered Sleep Tell me again how it will be you lay tracks down like new paved road…

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It’s Not All Black and White

Originally posted on The Sound of Her Voice:
He said that we have the luxury of being free From the generational trauma That his race has known. .. I hear this and my…

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