Category Archive: poetry

Leftover wine…

 Leftover wine In Austin, Texas. Pretty woman confessed her sins to the bar room poet. He listen to her tales and he caught glimpses of soft tears falling for things that were in… Continue reading

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A mad man prayer…

A mad man prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry A rewrite                                         A mad man… Continue reading

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Thank you for the dance…

Thank you for the dance My bare foot lady danced by the sea, the moon is above and the stars are lighting up the night sky. I watched her dance, joyfully and content… Continue reading

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My new favorite singer. Bishop Briggs

Bishop Briggs     A wild thing you are, Bishop Briggs. You are a hurricane, you are a thunderstorm. Your song make me want to get-up and dance, Your are like a bomb,… Continue reading

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Listen, watch and share

  Listen, watch and share.     A amazing young lady. She love nature and she is filled with positive energy. I like her. We must be brave to post our work and… Continue reading

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The dream surfer

  The dream surfer In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, the yearning heart seek… Continue reading

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Dreamscape Dreaming

Originally posted on Feed Your Soul & Free Your Spirit:
Dreamscape Dreaming art- Sharonlee Goodhand Dreamscape Dreaming She wandered within a dreamscape dreaming lands she’d never been awed, in speechless wonder by sights…

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Across a River

Originally posted on Lafayette:
? Oh my If it is not in your eyes I see the bridge next There can be no crossing If you are not wrapped in my love Forever’s…

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Day eleven – flowers

Originally posted on caroleoly:
Interestingly, I was struggling rather with this prompt, looking at the list, until I made my befriending call and mentioned the challenge. She suddenly said – what would a…

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The stray Cat inn…

The Stray Cat Inn The night  was dark and the night was long. The Poet was seeking final place to rest tonight. A  sign directed him north.  He found the last road on… Continue reading

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