Category Archive: poetry

Come live with me and be my love…

Come live with me and be my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I stole a line from the great writer Christopher Marlowe                                        Come live with me and be my love… (Come live… Continue reading

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Writing on the Walls

Wonderful dance of words and thoughts by a talented writer.

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Friday Poem: Dover Beach

Originally posted on Kim Whysall-Hammond (The Cheesesellers Wife):
The sea is calm tonight.The tide is full, the moon lies fairUpon the straits; on the French coast the lightGleams and is gone; the cliffs…

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Souvenirs..

Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The odd things we hold special in old age.                     Souvenirs…. A old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Surf.Sea shells from the coast of… Continue reading

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You are the love of my life…

You are the love of my life A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.                          You are the love of my life… Once… Continue reading

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I’d like to write a lullaby

Originally posted on Deathless Shadows:
I’d like to write a lullabyto soften all the sadnessgrowing here insidewhere ghosts go to hide,but every time I tryI can’t seem to findthe words or the rhyme;…

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Why do we write story and poetry?

Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.”  Poetry, my dear friends,is a sacred incarnation of a smile.Poetry is a sigh… Continue reading

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Just meat and tales of kisses…

Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Quotes from Jack London book “When God laughs”  “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It was… Continue reading

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Only love can break your heart…

Only love will break your heart… (April poetry number seventeen.) We learn with old age. Love is everything. I was babysitting my grand-daughter. Now 18 months old and I would spend the days… Continue reading

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A whiskey and a glass of water.

 A whiskey and a glass of water… (April poetry number sixteen.) She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and… Continue reading

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