Pot of Gold
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Luck comes in Varieties To some it’s a winning Ticket Yet to others, the reward may merely be a smile Perhaps a simple Bloom or the entire Bouquet Windfalls…
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Maybe yes, maybe no?
Maybe yes, maybe no?… I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early in the morning and writing till darkness, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was… Continue reading
Longing, belonging and secrets…
Longing, belonging and secrets… Lover, lover, lover. Once we loved the long nights, once the wine tasted sweeter. Now our longing, belonging and our secrets, are bloody finger prints on a over-painted wall.… Continue reading
You are my Spring…
You are my Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The days of Spring are near You are my Spring… You told me. I love you and I told you. I love you more. I… Continue reading
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 100 (ROAR) in the D rhyme line.
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Ukrainian emergency employees and volunteers carry an injured pregnant woman from the damaged by shelling maternity hospital in Mariupol, Ukraine. The innocent. The season is a changing fastThe bulbs…
We were young once…
We were young once… “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading
Teach hate or teach love?
Teach hate or teach love? A Poem by Coyote Poetry My evening thoughts. When we teach our children love and hate in the same conversation. Did we teach the children well? Hate and love… Continue reading
Robert Frost poetry and some short poems to be read…
“I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals and… Continue reading
T.S. Eliot and some quotes from Johnnie Coyote.
“This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper..” T.S. Eliot “My grandfather told me often, one day, the teacher will become the student. The student will become the teacher.” “Once my dear grandmother… Continue reading
Lê Vĩnh Tài | NIGHT & THE CONTINUING FALLING VERSES – ĐÊM VÀ NHỮNG KHÚC RỜI – gosh the green grass, aching at the foot of the horizon(5)
A series of poetry with great meaning…