Only you….

Only you A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld poetry for love                                Only you… I drank in the beauty of river clear blue eyes. I watched you dance on the almost empty beach freely and… Continue reading

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I try to remember….

I try to remember A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld poetry with a re-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014                         I try to remember… I tried to remember the curves of your body.  Us blindfolded … Continue reading

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Quiet echos and secluded places..

Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe will hold many penances for things done and missed.                                Quiet echos and secluded places… The coffee shop poet told the young listener.Great oceans… Continue reading

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We are born to live…

We are born to live A Poem by Coyote PoetryA new day, a new opportunity                                   We are born… Continue reading

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Cigarettes, sweet wine and you…

Cigarettes, sweet wine and you A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld places become better with time                                    Cigarettes, sweet wine and you… I sat and waited with my Poet friend. I was the back-up Poet… Continue reading

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Crazy love…

 Crazy love——————————————————————————— Once I held great wealth and I didn’t know. Once, you and I. Make the night sweet and so wonderful. We fell into the madness of love. We locked the door… Continue reading

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Nguyễn Bính | Spring rain (I) (2)

An amazing poem shared.

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Supremacists

Originally posted on Global Literature Station:
Writen by Harris Ismail The sky is a battlefield for wild and untamed monsters. Phoenixes are bold,but a raven is equally dangerous;the sky is a battlefield for…

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Sanctuary….

Sanctuary…. ——————————————————————–I love you my pretty, I love you for a thousand reasons. You make me feel important and safe. In my confused and hard world, you listen to me in the early… Continue reading

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Mojo a-coming….

 Mojo a-coming…  I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead? The damn war taught me; Johnnie… Continue reading

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