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Poetry to Remember, Ep.4 – Immortality – by Clare Harner

Originally posted on 2nd Wasteland:
This poem is another of my favorites. Unlike many poems that I can think of this one is mired in claims that the author is either unknown or…

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Lovers in Paris…

 Lovers in Paris… She whispered to me, “O my love, O my love. Make me feel alive. I plucked a rose for us today and I told the red rose. Where had my… Continue reading →

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A wing and a prayer…

  A wing and a prayer… He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake.… Continue reading →

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You can’t run from yourself…

You can’t run from yourself… I thought I had chameleon skin. My face could change with the weather, the continent. Once a blushing beauty told me. You are so handsome. Please show me… Continue reading →

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Barefoot dreams…

Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry  Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age.       Barefoot dreams… I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance club… Continue reading →

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An Alisa Fineman song and a poem…

A safe place to go…. I’m dreaming of Big Sur.I’m wanting to be at the River Inn.Listening to good music and drinking the good wine. The California coastline saved my life once.I found… Continue reading →

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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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