Monthly Archive: September, 2022

A Quiet Progression

Originally posted on my inspired life:
https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/womanalone.jpg https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/img_3226wp.jpg I am traveling to my dancing tribe this morning. We will be dancing in the desert, celebrating music, movement, summer, and sisterhood. We will surely…

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Times wait for no-one…

Time waits for no-one… The fatality of youth, we believe. We will never grow old and we learn with time. Time is a heartless friend. One day, our face of youth, our energy… Continue reading →

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A canvas of you.

A canvas of you. A pretty gal sat with me, holding my hands and I told her.  You are my extraordinary gal. You love the sea, you love the ancient writers and you… Continue reading →

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I am jealous of the sea, I am jealous of the September wind.

I am jealous of the sea, I am jealous of the September wind… A beautiful California girl is dancing alone with the Pacific ocean and the the September windy night, tossing her long… Continue reading →

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Time after time…

Time after time ——————————————————————————— The folly of time, we believe, some things shall last forever. We learn, time can be a thief, moved so damn fast. We learn too late, every words spoken,… Continue reading →

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Forever young..

I ain’t done yet my friends, still many miles to go. Are you coming with me? ——————————————————————————- The wine been sweeter, the days been longer. We have survive the bad days and my… Continue reading →

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Great song and a poem. “Colors”.

Colors.. Black, white, brown and yellow. What is the different? I am so tire of the colors, tossed in my face. Isn’t a man, just a man, a woman, just a woman. We… Continue reading →

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Say

Originally posted on Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm:
A poem in Vietnamese by Nguyễn Bắc Sơn Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Drunk – A slash through the spirit Aching in the…

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The fire, the flames and you..

 The fire, the flames and you.. You are my river of joy.My muse in  the mist of confusion. I have hurt myself often, set fire to my dreams and watched my hope fly… Continue reading →

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Deny love..

Deny love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Thank you Sarah ~ Lady Idriel for the use of a few lines.                      Deny love.. “How could I love you the wrong way?How could this be… Continue reading →

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