Johnny Cash and four short poems.

1—   I touched her tattoos on the softness of her skin on her leg. I tasted her skin and I whispered. You are a wonder, a mystery and a miracle. 2—  My pretty… Continue reading

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Longing, belonging and our secrets…

 Longing, belonging and our secrets Lover, lover, lover. Once we loved the long nights, once the wine tasted sweeter.Now our longing, belonging and our secrets, are bloody finger prints on a over-painted wall.… Continue reading

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She was a diamond…

She was a diamond A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands. She was a  Diamond…                                20 Nov. 1994 written. The drunk man toasted… Continue reading

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My lady, written in 1982.

(Bazel, Switzerland 1978) My lady…. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your… Continue reading

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तितली और फूल की आपबीती / Butterfly and Flower-A Dialogue

Originally posted on Kaushal Kishore:
तितली एक फूल पर बैठबड़े प्यार से बोली,तुम कितनी अच्छी हो,इतनी सुन्दरता,इतनी खुशबू,इतना रस,फिर भी तुम कितनी सहज हो,न कोई घमंड, न गुस्सा… फूल को अच्छी लगीये मीठी…

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I am no-one and you are everything

I’m no-one and you are everything A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen we love someone more than our-self. We have known real love.                        I’m no-one. You are everything…. Old wise men know. The farewells… Continue reading

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I lift my eyes…

I lift my eyes A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need to open our eyes and find the good in each day.                                 I lift my eyes…. Barren cold and heartless world.Fear had tarnish laughter… Continue reading

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Need more word-men and word-women. A poem too.

Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California.  I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… Continue reading

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Free-falling….

(A unforgettable muse) Free-falling…. Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine and discoverer of new and unknown places. I… Continue reading

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Wild Heart

Please read the work of a amazing writer.

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