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Pity ain’t love

Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy, vikas chandra How to come to terms, with that dream? That rejoices ache, of a love’s esteem Being unsought, if not, enough, a… Continue reading →

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A Tryst Not To Be

Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer. vikas chandra When shadows, swill the sin of twilight And your longing’s, all that’s left of me With the hope of a dream,… Continue reading →

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‘Fallen angels’

Fallen angels A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem. I hope you like.   Fallen Angels   In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war… Continue reading →

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‘Just words’

  There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway   Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if… Continue reading →

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‘A Lake St. Clair prayer’

A Poem by Coyote Poetry I spend the day alone by Lake St. Clair. Wrote many new poems.   A Lake St. Clair prayer   I’m far from my first love. The Pacific… Continue reading →

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‘Captive heart’

Captive heart Divine woman love the Fall days. The cooler days make her wander into deep forest and search for quiet meadows and beautiful places. She love the feel of the freedom in… Continue reading →

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A little death’

A little death   Silky skin, wine and song took us here. You are as pretty as the rising sun my love. Honey, dear and sweet heart I have called you.   You… Continue reading →

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‘Broken bones, unkempt promises’

Broken bones, unkempt promises A Poem by Coyote Poetry This poem had been dancing in my head for days. I hope you enjoy.   Broken bones, unkempt promises   Fools’ dances in wishes… Continue reading →

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‘The crazy ones

The crazy one   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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A empty bottle

A empty bottle   My whiskey dreams, my last grasp at love or the emptiness at the end of the empty bottle.The broken pieces of my life laid shattered. Once sweet songs had… Continue reading →

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