The word man…

The word man   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… Continue reading

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Poem: Serendipity – 21/04/20

Originally posted on Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose:
Serendipity flows like loose ivy along the plains, like a parched river it snakes here and there, selectively it makes its journey, though from…

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This is the most fun way to make your life awesome (pandemic edition)

Positive words and thoughts shared. Mihran Kalaydjian's Official Blog It was 1962, the girls wouldn’t stop laughing and nobody knew why. And even stranger, the laughter was spreading. Like a virus. This was… Continue reading

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The crazy ones…

The crazy ones   Beautiful lady can make me laugh when she dances to her own song. She is my crazy one. My wildflower who knows open roads  and can make the sad… Continue reading

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Nick Cave and P.J Harvey- Monday song. Some words.

Maybe, maybe not     Maybe, maybe not she whispered. We watched the sea and I journeyed into her eyes. She told me. When you open locked doors, spread the legs wide. Are… 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… Continue reading

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Empty spaces…

Empty spaces A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem of question.                                    Empty spaces The world is quiet.… Continue reading

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Corona 2025- A scary tale

  Spanish flu- Estimates vary as to the total number who died. An estimate from 1991 says it killed 25 to 39 million people. A 2005 estimate put the death toll at probably… Continue reading

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Fire Witch

Originally posted on Bottled Metaphors:
Someone said,All the poems are never the sameSo I Locked my heart awayTo keep the secrets of words.Hallucinations remained in meFor the words I took everydayWhile my mouth…

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A Sunday prayer…

A Sunday prayer (Our world is quiet. The coronaviras create a new world. Old world wasn’t right. We learn the hard way. Boundaries mean nothing. I pray the new world, we learn. To… Continue reading

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