Monthly Archive: September, 2021

Blue eyed girl…

The blue eyed girl A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem with a rewrite from 1992. I found a book with loads of unpublished poetry. From 20 years ago. I was free and mad.… Continue reading

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Spin the bottle…

Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe game of youth get used without our permission with old age.                    Spin the bottle…. Old man sat alone. Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn… Continue reading

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Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and the embrace…

Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and the embrace… A Poem by Coyote PoetryBest days of a life. When love is being born.                                 Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and embrace….. My beautiful enchantress. It… Continue reading

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P.J Harvey and a poem. Bitter branches.

 Bitter branches…. Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches  and remember skeletons and blunders.The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the body… Continue reading

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Twisted dance of love…

The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. A rewrite from December, 1988.                       The twisted dance of love                      (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the… Continue reading

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Dreaming of Scotland…

Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote PoetryFor a sweet woman. I won’t forget.                        Dreaming of Scotland…. She was as pretty as a picture.Fate had brought her to me at a dark tavern… Continue reading

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Thanh Tâm Tuyền | THE SADNESS IN PIECES (30)

Powerful and wonderful poetry shared.

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the passion of my pen: you

A amazing poem by a talented writer.

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September 26th – More Advice

Originally posted on Seclusion 101 with AnneMarie:
My sister Lorraine sent me this post yesterday. I am not sure it is (all) advice that I would take but I think it is cool that…

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Hands of stone….

Hands of stone… Life is hard. Gentleness is rare. We must work and work to keep up. My hands are tire and body holding pain, but  life is fair my friend. Love make… Continue reading

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