Daily Archive: September 28, 2025

Who is right? Who is wrong?

Who is right? Who is wrong? Do we remember the reasons for war? The victor can remember and the dead people/ dear cities and homeless have no place to go and they are… Continue reading

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Amazing and powerful poetry.

an anthology of my solitude | Lê Vĩnh Tài [478] Thơ Lê Vĩnh TàiTranslation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm my solitude is an extensive collection of anthologiesand you have wasted your money printing themlet… Continue reading

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Do more.

Do more.. 1- I was blindsided by her. Her eyes, bright and demanding. I asked her. What do you need my lovely? She gave me a devilish smile and she told me. Give… Continue reading

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The pretty things, the dangerous things. And remembering Marianne Faithfull.

The pretty thing, the dangerous things.. Once I held treasure. We danced in the lost and found of seeking happiness. Once we were fearless and we knew laughter. We had Gypsy souls and… Continue reading

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Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.. My friend told me. Be careful Johnnie. She is a feral cat. Can’t tame or keep in the house. She had ginger hair and eyes… Continue reading

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Under the willow tree. We danced.

Under the willow tree. We danced.. Once we held love over everything. Love was holy and a joy. Was a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flowers in the Winter. The feeble… 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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Will we open the door?

Two short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I tried learning to write poems without being epic.                              1- SaviorSweet blue eyes girl told me.“You ask for so little.We have so much to give… Continue reading

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I serenaded to the paragon of beauty.

I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life                              I serenaded  to the paragon of beauty… Continue reading

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