Category Archive: poet

Words for you my love…

 Words for you my love —————————-                            The Illusion Some photos are poetry. Beautiful photos and beautiful artwork. They are poetry… Continue reading

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Happy Mothers day

The word “Mother, mama, grandma, grandmother”   Thank you kind women, who taught me. Listen, speak kindly and never leave with anger as the last words spoken. ———————————————————————— Memory of a Mother A… Continue reading

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Lovers or liars??

Lover or liars?   Would you? Could you my love? I know we are just dancers upon the earth, loaning and borrowing kisses and the love embrace.   Are we, a tragic love… Continue reading

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The sun, the moon and the stars…

The sun, the moon and the stars ————————————————————————————– She told me, pretty does, pretty do. Kind sun warm our faces and our hearts, the moon light-up the darkness of the night and the… Continue reading

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Delia

(The name Delia is of Greek origin. The meaning of Delia is “visible”. It is also of English origin, where its meaning is “of Delos“. Delia is generally used as a girl’s name.)   Delia… Continue reading

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I saw a face…

I saw a face   I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face. The face brought back a sweet memory, was once a sweet memory.   She walked toward me… Continue reading

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Concrete angel…

Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I… Continue reading

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The serene stillness

The serene stillness Busy life, work and no play Johnnie. He learn life is more than seeking money. In the serene stillness, he remember his daughter laughter, her love of butterflies. He remember… Continue reading

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The black night and the shadow dance…

The black night and the shadow dance   A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive… Continue reading

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Call a friend, may need a voice. (If I make it till the Spring.)

  I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem written in 1989. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family.… Continue reading

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