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wherever love ~

Originally posted on tornadoday:
had I more than stars for wishing years of standing still the memory of falling to the sea where I slept within a sunrise as ten thousand came before…

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Fable love…

 Fable love… I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading

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Tender loving care…

Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote PoetryReal love is given without the desire of reward.                                      Tender loving care… She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college party… Continue reading

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In Monterey….

In Monterey A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe can try to escape. Sooner or later the memory will catch up with us.         In Monterey… I called you to tell you I was all right. … Continue reading

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Forgive me.. Written in 1978…

Forgive me A Poem by Coyote PoetryI don’t believe forgiveness can be given. Time is the healer. Written in 1978. Forgive me… Please forgive me for what I did to you. I’m sorry I… Continue reading

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Peace….

(My adopted children in Honduras 1997. All adults and standing strong.) Peace A Poem by Coyote PoetryWritten in 1980. Hope for peace had chance then. What happen to the dream? Peace…       (A old… Continue reading

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The madness train…

The madness train A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late.    The  Madness train…             I’m twisted up.            Hogties to bullshit.             I’m strangled with useless things.            I can’t… Continue reading

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“The Remaining Beautiful Sculpture” – Nayana Nair

Originally posted on it rains in my heart:
. The houses are all empty, the roads deserted,the remaining beautiful sculptures,in the overgrown lawns of this plastic world,have no eyes and no intent to…

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Some older poetry- Well oiled machine.

  Well oiled machine… I love you like a stranger,my lips touching your lips,my body feeling the heat of your flesh. As I hold you close,I don’t feel the hunger to enter you.I… Continue reading

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The whore bath…

The whore bath A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must listen, think and make wise decisions. More liars than kind people running our world. The whore bath….  Large shining teeth, an large man with loud… Continue reading

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