He never left Michigan…

  He never left Michigan Years ago. I saw the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London. I… Continue reading

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Around and around we shall go…

Around and around we shall go. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is chance and opportunity. Better to be kind and hopeful for a good ending.                       Around and around we shall go. Around… Continue reading

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Monterey California

  Monterey California I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. “You can’t go back and you can’t kill the memories.” I was young once and I loved the sea,… Continue reading

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Learn from nature 💚

Wonderful words and thoughts by a talented writer.

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Write, write and write some more…

Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?  … Continue reading

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Crimes of the Heart

Originally posted on Poet Rummager:
Illustration by?Ted Giffin … Here in the dark I sit. Polishing my sins with a rag and spit. No matter how hard I rub, the patina never succumbs.…

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All the Bright Places – Candice Louisa Daquin

Originally posted on Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen:
All the places I have been and sat, and wept, and dried my tears moving on to another destination leaving you there in shards, in bottle…

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No mas amor…

 No mas amor My velvet and silk dream, we danced by the Florence Summer moon. The star lit the sky and our feet moving to the sweet song. I whispered to her, you… Continue reading

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Love words

Love words …Do we remember love? The pretty poet asked. I told her. When we are young, the allure of love, make us believe in a sweet miracle. We are infatuate with the… Continue reading

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I don’t remember how you looked….

  I don’t remember how you looked.       I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe strawberry red? I  try to describe you… Continue reading

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