Monthly Archive: November, 2021

Mystical places…

Mystical places A Poem by Coyote PoetryFirst love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.                                Mystical places…. Many types… Continue reading

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Nothing last forever….

 Nothing last forever…. I told you often, nothing last forever. The veil of love is dangerous, make us dance and sing in the rain than teach us love can slip away and leave… Continue reading

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My Summer day wish, my Fall moon blessing…

My Summer day wish, my Fall moon blessing ————————————————————————————————————————- In your eyes, I saw the sea, I saw a miracle in those eyes of golden brown, you took my hands and I knew.… Continue reading

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If I could turn back time, I would…

If I could turn back time, I would….. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading

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The poet and the artist…

The poet and the artist. A Poem by Coyote PoetryOur best days, the sea near and good company                   The poet and the artist… A poet and… Continue reading

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The poet, the dancer and the artist…

The poet, the dancer and the artist. A Story by Coyote PoetryWe need more friends and good conversation..                    The poet, the dancer and the artist…… Continue reading

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I missed you in Amsterdam

Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer.

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Autumn days….

Autumn days A Poem by Coyote PoetryAutumn is here.                                                   … Continue reading

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A twisted lullaby, maybe?

A twisted lullaby, maybe? A Poem by Coyote PoetryCame to me in my dream. A twisted lullaby.                                  A … Continue reading

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‘Rubrication’ and other poems

Originally posted on Lit Bits:
By: RC deWinter rubrication your skinbronzed by your labors in the sunis no soft envelopewrapping your bone and sinewit’s the parchment of years spentdoing what men doi want…

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