Category Archive: poetry

Cocoa beach

Cocoa beach A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places and old memories Cocoa beach I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa… Continue reading

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“The silence and the sea”

  The silence and the sea Blessed is the man that knew regret and he learn from it. Lucky is the man who loses the emotion of rage. Learn to live in the… Continue reading

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Permalink

Originally posted on Maiden on the Midway:
Freedom  To all our Soldiers past and present, God Bless Glory to the American Flag, long may she wave So many have been covered with her…

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Poetry Street: She is just being herself| Poem by Ellie Rayne

Originally posted on The Stranger's Wall:
She is just being herself She was never known, Of hardships and failures, But when she go through it she was ever so calm. She was…

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Old man wisdom “It is cut and dried.”

It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same.                     It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading

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“A wild bird”

  A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes. She told me that “I love you. I need you.” But I’m afraid. Afraid of losing myself in a emotion where I… Continue reading

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HOW MUCH LONGER?

Originally posted on The beanbag reflections:
I just watched the appalling documentary –India’s Daughters. India’s daughters???? Really??? I still have goosebumps all over my body from watching that horrendous video! I am appalled.…

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“Charming Shame”

Originally posted on Signs Sighs Sights:
She had no shame But she was kind – She was his charming rose and his shame. 13signs

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The brown eyes girl

The brown eyes girl A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some woman make you wish you were young and free again. They bring to life the desire for you to want to be wild… Continue reading

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The Enchanted

Originally posted on vi·sions:
I don’t remember much from my childhood. However, I recall my Omni, my paternal grandmother, talking a lot about the time she spent in New Mexico. I was…

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