Monthly Archive: February, 2022

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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Sleepers In Their Graves

Originally posted on E.P. Robles | Poetry:
That there were no Souls in the World – and no one there to blame – but Me. That terrible sobs that took the time to…

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Los humanos perversos -K.B

Originally posted on AbdelKarim – The Sufi Martyr:
Los humanos perversos Pervert D,Pervert M,Perverted B,Pervert friend. no one loves like meand that is good,the pureness of my loveis unmatched. people are just pervertsor…

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The damned and the foolish…

(Johnnie in Monterey in 1992.) The Damned and the foolish A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Austin, Texas bars bring the best of people together  The Damns and the Foolish….   The ways and means… Continue reading

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A good day to be alive my friend…

(My dear grandmother Beulah in 1977) A good day to be alive my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Each day is a opportunity to do something good.    A good day to be… Continue reading

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