Daily Archive: February 6, 2022

poem: twine – 28/01/22

Originally posted on Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose:
I send love and joy to the earthly formssoaring beings and ‘neath brewing storms,sending love to many many,and the sisters of three,who love to…

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A song of forever and A Elle King song…

 A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading

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The Jazzy Sundays…

The Jazzy Sunday.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  My best days was on Sunday in Austin, Texas. I would spend the evenings listening to the legends of Jazz.  The Jazzy Sundays… The jazz is… Continue reading

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You are my treasure…

 You are my treasure… My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday and to bath for many hours in a hot bubble bath, jazz music and little conversation. I would wash her hair in… Continue reading

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The dance…

The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of done… Continue reading

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I like to see the eyes…

I like to see the eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When we truly can see. The eyes allow us into true places and mystery.                                 I like to see the eyes… I don’t… Continue reading

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Flesh and bones….

Flesh and bones… (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.) I fell from the top of the mountain. I stood with so many victories. I realized… Continue reading

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The storm…

The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love can break you down and leave you empty and alone.                                      The storm… Love can be like a gentle rain. It can be like a thunderstorm to… Continue reading

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Grief

Originally posted on forgottenmeadows:
There are days…that go without a single mention of you…as though you, were a figment of imagination,hidden away…and then there are dayswhen there is only youand the memories you…

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