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Anger….

 Anger….. Sometime I want to hurt someone. Smart and wise-ass faces  tempt you with comments and useless words. People with no kindness or loyalty for anyone demand your time and duty. Tire and drowning in personal problems. Yearning for… Continue reading

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Hope Full (poem and dance)

Originally posted on my inspired life:
Gifted with fabric and thread, she wasn’t just weaving material into museum-worthy displays, she was weaving a life transformed, stitched together with gold strands of hope, that…

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No take-backs my dear friend…

No take-backs my dear friend… Young man in the dark tavern told the bar Poet. I broke a woman heart and I spoke cold and heartless words . I should of never said.… Continue reading

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The damn road…

The damn road…   It was a  cold Michigan winter day in late December. I awoke with my love. I kissed her face and lips and whisper “Good morning. “ Her beautiful young body… Continue reading

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Bacchus wine and beautiful ladies…

Bacchus wine and beautiful ladies… Once I was free, once I didn’t slumber in living. I remember the sea, I remember barely dressed women dancing for the Pacific. The rhyme and song of… Continue reading

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The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- The jest of love

The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of love A Chapter by Coyote PoetryThird and last chapter.                    The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of… Continue reading

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The wisp/ the kiss, the memory. Youth flies away.

The wisp/ the kiss, the memory. Youth flies away. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter two.                                       … Continue reading

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The wisp/ the kiss, the memory. The Long island ice tea.

The wisp/the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryA new series of short poetry. Part one.              The wisp/ the kiss, the memory…… Continue reading

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A Bill Withers Wednesday night.

She was my everything and I told her everyday. Please always love me baby girl. You are my rock, you are the hands, I need to hold. Please dance with me, whisper sweet… Continue reading

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Quách Thoại | The afternoons in Vietnam (15)

Powerful words and journey shared.

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