Category Archive: poetry

‘If we make it through December’

If we make it through December   Pretty Jenny was long-legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin… Continue reading

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‘The fragrant of love’

The fragrant of love   I whispered to your closed and resting eyes. I love you, I love you. I need you, I need you. I kissed your face and I kissed your… Continue reading

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life is a carousel

Originally posted on The Lonely Author:
. My three step plan on how I will live the rest of my life: LIVE, LOVE, LAUGH . life is a carousel . No use crying…

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‘Celestial beauty’

(Celestial beauty A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.)   Celestial beauty   “He sees his love, and nothing else he sees.”—Thomas Campion   You are my folly and my blessings. You are… Continue reading

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Remember And Forget, Forget, Remember

Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer. Becoming is Superior to Being All Souls Photo-Artistry by kenne Did someone say that there would be an end,An end, Oh, an end,… Continue reading

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‘You are my love and I’m yours’

(You are my love and I’m yours. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Best poetry are the words for love.)   You are my love and I’m yours   You are as beautiful as… Continue reading

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Refuge.

Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer. HEALTH | INSPIRATION Like arid petals stirred by Zephyr’s cries, your words have kindled a dying flame… So let storms be borne of Sahara’s handswhile… Continue reading

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The simple rules

(The simple rules A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we show respect to all people. Love the land. Led with kindness and love. This world would be a better place.)   The simple… Continue reading

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The song of the living’

The song of the living   The song of the living, the song of the dead Songs sung to celebrate life and death.   I knew a Scotland beauty. She was a rare… Continue reading

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‘The waltz of the Angels

The waltz of the Angels   I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming, sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a… Continue reading

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