Lê Vĩnh Tài | no. 11:9 – without the vernacular, the poem needs to step lightly
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Daily Archive: March 18, 2022
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Weeks 8 and 7
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Still getting in the groove of writing and recording a song each week while now working a day job every weekday. This week I started several song ideas…
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“Chocolate rabbit” happened to be the prompt for Week 11 of #songaweek2022. I wasn’t thinking about that when I wrote this song. I was simply captivated by this…
The animal… For Ukraine..
The animal. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Who is the real loser in a war? Is there a winner? Men of hate keep a-coming. Hitler took Poland first and he kept going. The world… Continue reading
Sweet whispers…
Sweet whispers…. The voice of leonard Cohen singing in the background. I read words from a beautiful woman.Sweet offering of love and emotion. I know women are gifts to a wise man.Passionate … Continue reading
Dreams don’t die… Pray for Ukraine, pray the world can gather as one for peace…
Dreams don’t die. Can be heard by wise people in the gentle wind and never forgotten. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow war to blind us from peace. Guns and hate will close… Continue reading
Two out of three, ain’t bad.
Two out of three, ain’t bad. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Lonely are the people who wasted love and friendship. (Johnnie in Monterey in 1991) Two out of three ain’t bad…. I was sitting… Continue reading
A wild bird…
A wild bird…. I saw the fear in her eyes.She told me that “I love you.I need you.” But I’m afraid.Afraid of losing myself in a emotionwhere I won’t be able to escape.… Continue reading
Pieces of April….
Pieces of April…. My dreamland beauty, she comes to my mind in early April. The cold of Winter almost gone and I remember our Spring time kisses, our Spring time dances with Lake… Continue reading
The Nightingale song…
The nightingale song A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale I was taught and I teach my grandchildren. … Continue reading