Phan Nhiên Hạo | A Guide on how to write (6)
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Phan Nhiên Hạo is a Vietnamese-American poet and translator, living in the United States. He was born in Kontum, Vietnam, came to the US in 1991 and now…
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Tender loving care…
Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote PoetryReal love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care… She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college party… Continue reading
You are always on my mind….
You are always on my mind. A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove may be gone. The tattoos of love will always be with us You will always be on my mind….. The splendor of true… Continue reading
Dead man stew….
Dead man stew A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen greed and hate run the world. Our leaders are making a dead man stew. No-one will victor. Dead man stew… Poor man is dying.Was still… Continue reading
The storm…
The storm A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we want what we shouldn’t have. The storm… She had shrouded him with gentle embrace. She was his dream and want. He knew to refrain than… Continue reading
My true love…
My true love A Poem by Coyote PoetryWritten in 1978-rewritten in 2014 My true love…. The feeling of joy is you. I have been submerge in your sweet kiss and tender embrace. You… Continue reading
Expand and multiply…
Expand and multiply A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld wise tale. Old man with a heavy load was asked. Why did he carry so much? He smiled and told them. Life expand and multiplies. We… Continue reading
Love had no pride…
Love had no pride… Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once, my… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter…
Remembering the fragrance of Winter A Poem by Coyote PoetryA story Remembering the fragrance of Winter… I had lived the… Continue reading
The windmills of your mind…
Windmills of your mind… Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days.Now old age is upon me, the windmills of my mind, so… Continue reading