Daily Archive: December 4, 2024

The waltz…

The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz  (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz… Continue reading

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A empty book..

An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter.”                                  An empty book. An empty book is a lonely story.The… Continue reading

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Bare and true..

Bare and true A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Few times in a life. We open up to another and show them the real person.     Bare and true… She was a noble beauty and … Continue reading

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Tell me, how you lived..

Tell me, how you lived? Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes.“For each man kills the things he loves, Yet each man does… Continue reading

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Silence and listen. Remembering Mindy McCready.

Silence and listen… Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind.  Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading

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The lake songs..

I told her. I apology sweet Alison. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my journals, my pen… Continue reading

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Lingering in a cherish memory..

1- Lingering.. I remember you.Those lingering kisses andyour silken tender skin against me.Your love was holy and so sweet. 2- Cherish The aroma of Summer flowers upon your skin.Your perfect tan legs across… Continue reading

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Mercy and forgiveness. We need. And a William Shakespeare poem.

Need mercy and good friends to survive this life.” The Quality of Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain’d.It droppeth as the gentle rain from heavenUpon the place beneath. It is twice… Continue reading

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Strangers, trains and planes..

Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be in… Continue reading

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